dispar- aging remarks about ion!

    And so it goes from early in to late at nig is t t tired of it. Ive discovered a trick, and t is overc art talking about politics.

    All it takes is a single question, a ence, and before you kno, tire family is involved!

    As if t;e Ne; and t enougs. In a  t tising around t unlike t lies ty-four hours a day!

    So tc eig earlier) and is listened to every il nine, ten or even eleven at nig evidence yet t ts e patience, but also t turned to mus  to insult anyone). One broadcast, t t, so last tire day. But no, those old nincompoops. . .

    never mind, Ive already said it all! quot;Music ; tc from England, Frank P a turn and fInd a ener. If ts arent eating or sleeping, tered around talking about eating, sleeping and politics. s getting to be a bore, and its all I can do to keep from turning into a dreary old crone myself! t mig be such a bad idea!

    on Churchill.

    Nine oclock, Sunday evening. teapot, under its cozy, is on table, and ts enter the room.

    Dussel sits to t of t of it and Peter to the side.

    Mot to Mr. van D., ting in t ro table. I realize t a very clear description of our seating arrangements, but it doesnt matter. ters eyes close from train of listening, Mama is dressed in rembling because of take no notice of t fly blitoea, and Margot and I are united in a sisterly aken possession of bots gooo small, too tigoo s. It all looks so intimate, cozy and peaceful, and for once it really is. Y