Old folks are worth a fortune.: With silver in their hair, gold in their
teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their
stomachs.

I have become a lot more social with the passing of years; some might
even call me a frivolous old gal. I'm seeing five gentlemen  every
day.

As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed. When I go see
John. Then Charlie Horse comes along, and when he is here, he takes a
lot of my time and attention. When he leaves, Arther Ritis shows up and
stays the rest of the day. (He doesn't like to stay in one place very
long, so he takes me from joint to joint.) After such a busy day, I'm
really tired and glad to go to bed-with Ben Gay. What a life!
 
P.S. The preacher came to call the other day. He said that at my age, I
should be thinking abouat the hereafter. I told him I do-all the time.
No matter where I am-in the parlor, upstairs in the kitchen or down in
the basement-I ask myself, "Now what am I here after?"