The sidecars— sneer if you will, you purists and gastronomic snoots— at Perino's in Wilshire in Los Angeles.

The weather has worn away the inscription, and it is no longer legible.

our favorite lumberjacketed dress

Sasi cannot last through the night. These words from his physician, and the spectacle of my friend, now reduced almost to a skeleton, sent me posthaste to Serampore.