A WRITER'S WIT
Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain.
Aubrey de Vere
Born January 10, 1814
“‘Lovey,’ he said, ‘what happened to your money?’ ¶ ‘What do you mean?’ ¶ His face was suddenly furious, his rage as rare as his laughter, and this time aimed at her. ¶ ‘Don’t let me win,’ he demanded. ‘Don’t you dare let me win!’” (61).
Grant Cornett, Photographer
[The magazine gives no credit for the story’s illustration.]
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