Dear Miss Blue,

How sad that your vocal chords were strained so that you weren't able to sing as beautifully as you always do.  And how nice that Boris had a few horehound candies there in his vest pocket to offer you.  Horehounds are soothing to the throat and I always buy several bags and keep them handy whenever my voice begins to sound sharp and weary. A product of the 1920's, Miss Blue. The 1920's were a happy time. We loved to dance to the music of the Charleston; skirts held up a little and arms criss-crossing at our exposed knees and we would sing and dance to the Charleston. We wore dresses straight and slim and middy blouses with sailor collars and bobbed hair. Caruso was singing on stage with the Metropolitan Opera in New York and my father even named our canary after Caruso. And that is how it was long ago in the 1920's.

Love, Pearl