We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
What is perhaps more important is that the butcher doesn't live who can cheat me. When I order a porterhouse steak I can tell to a sixteenth of an inch how much anatomy that butcher knows.
When I was called the best-dressed woman on the screen I had to laugh, remembering the days when I wore a pair of overalls, an old sweater, and an apron, and went into the cooler to cut off a quarter of beef and carry it out over my shoulder to the chopping block. The job had one drawback; it developed my muscles along with my strength, which didn't make me any too dainty a figure for the boys to take dancing— if I had had the beaux and the clothes for dancing, which I didn't. I liked to dance, though, so sometimes I'd twirl in my own room late at night.
I had only one beau in Altoona: a dentist. For a while I dreamed about what marriage to him would be like. But I stopped dreaming one Saturday when we went picnicking and I saw him in a bathing suit. He was covered all over with fur and reminded me of an emaciated orangoutang. We stayed in the sun all day, and by the time he put his clothes on again his face was as red as a brakeman's lantern. I knew then that we had no future together, even though he hadn't popped the question. However, I did let him stay around long enough to take me to see Ethel Barrymore in Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines.
From the instant I laid my peepers on Miss Barrymore I stopped listening to anything he said.
"Don't you want an ice-cream soda?" he said sadly.
"Sh-shhh — "
After a while he tried again, but I jabbed him in the ribs. After it was over we rode home in the trolley together, but we were on different planets. Finally he said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't say a word," I whispered. "This is the greatest moment in my life. I've decided something— just now "
He brightened. "You have?"
"I'm going to become an actress."
If he'd laughed I'd have slugged him. But he just gaped at me as though I'd gone crazy. Maybe I had. At least I'd seen a vision.
I remember to this day what Ethel wore. In one scene she had