The message said, “All My Fondest Thoughts Are of You, Dearest Ernestine.” He couldn’t bring himself to give the picture to her personally, so he wrapped it up, insured it for one hundred dollars, and sent it through the mail. Ern kept it hidden in a bureau drawer, but no hiding place in our house was any too safe, and the junior-high-school contingent finally discovered it, memorized it, put it to music, and learned a three-part harmony for it.
