Girl: Tu n’étais presque jamais avec nous autres. Toujours des meetings.
Two men, similar in age and build, both 60 ish, both about 5 foot 8 inches. Both with trim, athletic builds. Both sporting tall bowler hats.
My grandmother,Dorothy Nixon, the co-author of this piece, died in 1972. Her personal collection of books was donated to the Malaysian National Library and seeded their Rare Malaysiana Collection.
I hardly knew my grandmother. She visited us in Canada just once in 1967. I wrote about it in a play, Looking for Mrs. Peel. You can find it by clicking on the link.
We didn't get along back then. I was only 12, and, sadly, we failed to discover the one thing we had in common, a love of books and good literature.
In 2003, I stumbled upon an online mention of my grandmother and the KL Bookclub (see below) which started me on this family project.
Today, 7 years later, there are many many mentions online, especially in Google Books and Google Scholar, for many books on Malaya and Malaysia cite my grandmother and the Book Club as a source and resource.
Just this past week, in February 2010, I found yet another scholar/writer who admired my grandmother, Dr. Peter Moss.
I remember with great affection her astonishing knowledge of everything you needed to know about the history of british Malaya.
As a girl she had personally known Frank Swettenham and my hero Hugh Clifford, whose books, in their signed author’s editions, graced her private collection. Sometimes if the library itself didn’t have the same work she permitted me to read her own copy, valuaable as it was, so long as I remained on the premises.
Many a pleasurable afternoon I spent in her reading room over A MALAY Romance or a Further Side of Silence." Dr. Moss's books are available at lichenbooks.com and he has a Facebook page.
Now here is the article my grandmother wrote, followed by many other bits of info I have uncovered over the past 7 years.
It faces the Padang and its neighbours are distinguished. The Padang is a major focal point in the Federal capital and has as its edges the main and impressive Government Offices done in Moorish, a Bank in Bombay Victorian, a Church in Victorian Gothic and a Club in the Pie-Temiar Long-House manner. Hard by and within brassie-shot are the dignified Supreme Court and the latest government multi-storeyed office which excuses its architecture by the adjective “functional”. These satisfy the needs of man for Faith, Order, Justice,Money and Society.
The largest library in Malaya stands erect and four square with this varied company , in it and ofit, to satisfy the intellectual needs of twentieth century man. It is a sodality as much as a library and for many years made it a point of honour not to possess the “Encyclopedia Britannica” because that was a reference book and the Club wanted books for comfortable reading. Also under the ban was and is Propaganda Literature.
At the turn of the century there was a small Government library in a room behind the Town Hall. It contained a few old reference books and was available only to Government personnel. A permit to use the room and take over the reference books was sought and granted.
In 1925 the Club moved to a room in the Mercantile Bank Building and nine years later to the Hardial Singh Building and it soon out grew these premises and in 1939 resolved to have a home of its own. The Selangor Government, well-disposed as ever to any sound educational project, granted a loan of $20,000 and the club moved to its present abode.
The Club has expanded enormously since 1945, the membership having risen from 704 to 3,600 of whom 2,900 are Asian by April, 1961. A feature of the Club is its sight, on Saturday, of crowds of Asian children downstairs, and the reference section upstairs, full of students poring over reference books.
The club survived the days when reading was rare and when most of Selangor had little literacy, let alone English. If it has done nothing else, it can boast that it has fostered the habit of reading and cultivated a taste for good literature. It has blazed the trail for subsequent libraries. Te British Council, The USIS, the leading Schools and the University all have collections of books. Many Community Halls in the New Villages have well-filled book-shelves.
The picture in the library shelves has changed considerably over the last few years as the Non-Ficiton section has expanded tremendously. In 1960, 5,210 volumes were added to the shelves, of which 2,310 were Non Fiction.
Subscriptions for members whether local or outstation are as follows: $14,50 per quarter for from eight to 17 books at any one time according to distance from Kuala Lumpur. Entrance fee $5.00. $10,00 per quarter for from five to 14 books,
During the Japanese occupation, the Club was closed for some time and when re-opened no books were bought nor repairs done. Immediately after the arrival of the Japanese the building was used as a cookhouse and the books as fuel. Unfortunately, the books so used were from the new books and History shelves, leaving grievous gaps in the 1941 publications and the valuable history section. Every map and atlas was systematically seized. The doctors operated frequently to remove all medical books.The Malayan section was sadly depleted in fact we had few treasures left
The Club does other service. The Secretary has devoted quite an appreciable part of her time to instructing and training office librarians and secretaries of newly formed libraries. The Club pioneered modern classification in Malaya and is the only library with members in every State and the peninsula. It has therefore, a long and wide experience of the reading public. Though not a Public Library in the “FREE” sense, it fulfils the function of such an establishment by the amount of research done by the librarian for individuals and departments and th e help it gives to students.
A second story was added to the Club in 1956 as the book rapidly increasing in numbers, demanded lebensraum and more space was needed for research students.It now has a roomy reading room, only a small portion of which is air-conditioned. We have many valuable old books, unobtainable elsewhere in Malaya, which should be preserved and protected against our greatest destroyer of books, the humid atmosphere. Some day, when the money is available, we may have a sufficiently large air conditioned space to preserve what is in many respects a unique collection.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Editor's Notes A former rubber company employee who met Dorothy in the 60's, corresponded with me about Dorothy and the book club:
Most readers of my newsletter, he wrote, will have known your grandmother through the Kuala Lumpur Book Club. This was a subscription service and books were despatched to out-station members in a locked box about one foot cube. The Club had a key and so did the subscriber. The service was a tremendous boon, especially when was bottled up on an estate or tin mine during the Communist Emergency. There was no TV, the only good radio reception was propaganda broadcasts from Radio Peking and the press was very poor (now it is far better).
Your grandmother was Secretary during my day (1953 to 1969). One looked forward greatly to the arrival of the box. As well as books ordered it contained mimeographed sheets showing all the books available, with those one had ordered in the past ticked off. One returned it with the read books, with new selections noted. There were, I seem to remember, two rates of subscription, granting perhaps 6 or, alternatively 12 books a time. There was no restriction on the number of times the exchange was effected.
What was particularly appreciated was the way that your grandmother studied members’ tastes. Her study was detailed and subtle. One day, a book turned up in my box with a hand-written slip: “You might like this.” It was the Portugese satirist de Queiroz’ “The Relic”. I think she had noted that I had earlier asked for Ring Lardner Junior’s “The Ecstasy of Owen Muir”, also a satirical comment on Catholicism. On another occasion, the obscure American exoticist Frederic Prokosch’s baroque Renaissance chiller “A Tale for Midnight” appeared.
I don’t know if she was an academic by training but she used to help people engaged on serious research. I met her once or twice and I recall a small grey-haired women with a forthright manner ("Some of our books are bloody!") She was often seen in “The Dog” chatting with a couple of old male colonial hands. I know nothing about her earlier activities which is why I was so intrigued by Shennan’s reference to her.
My correspondent then discussed a recent publication,Murder on the Verandah, about the very same incident which inspired Maugham's classic short story The Letter. A particular passage in the book about the Kuala Lumpur Book Club makes him wonder about the author's motives.
What makes us suspicious, however, is a section featuring Kuala Lumpur Book Club. In those days, it purchased books as requested by its members (it had only 104 in 1909.) Lists of these requests were published in the Malay Mail and thus provide a record of members' tastes. Lawlor homes in with glee on trashy works such as "Adventures of a Pretty Woman" and "Imprisoned at a Girls' School, or The Private Diary of Montague Dawson, Flagellant" to demonstrate the paucity of imagination of local British society. Yet there was always plenty of good literature and works of local history on the lists sent in our own book boxes from the Club.
Gerald Hawkins is the author of a number of books on Malaya, some with Gullick. One title, written in 1958, is called "Malayan Pioneers." I wonder if this book contains my grandmother's story: I will go check. There's a copy in the Islamic Studies Library at McGill University!Whoops. Checked it out. It is aimed at Malaysian schoolchildren and has major historical characters. My grandmother's story has generally been written out of Colonial history. I've found dribs and drabs here and there.
Cecily Williams and Freddy Bloom, who are the women most cited when it comes to Changi Prison, Women's Section, failed to mention my grandmother in their oft quoted biographies and autobiographies,(from all I have read) even when they did allude to incidents my grandmother was directly involved in, like the Double Tenth.
I did find one lengthy account of my grandmother in a very well-written and cleverly observant book by Giles Playfair (published in 1943, while my grandmother was interned) called Singapore Goes off the Air. The book is about the 7 or so weeks this man, a BBC director, spent at MBC radio during the siege of Singapore.
He barely escaped when Singapore fell for good. He spent a lot of time with my grandmother who worked at MBC (she was the room mate of a key employee, Margaret Robinson) and he describes in detail how my grandmother was the only European at MBC who refused to evacuate.Click here and scroll to the bottom for the text.
Addendum: Sept. 2009. It appears the Malaysia Straits Times put its archives up on the web, with teasers.. I found many references to my grandmother, most related to cricket "one of Malaya's cricketeering personalities" and her career as librarian of the KL Book Club.
A woman writes in 51 that she is a new arrival and finds it amazing that there is no public library in KL, just the book club. In 1949 it is said that 'intelligent women readers are now using the book club, with almost half of subscribers Asian.'(SEE BELOW for full article.)
In 1951 a book mobile is enjoying success. In 1952 a director complains that most new fiction is of 'poor' quality, making reading 'a kind of opium for the literate.'
Another news item says that University of Malaya students have damaged books at the library and that Mrs. Dorothy Nixon has closed the air conditioned work room." Another article, on the same subject, claims the female students blame the male students... In 1934 subscription fees are raised to 5 dollars a year. That's because, as another article shows, despite being the only library in Malaya, it gets only a small stipend of 1,000 a year from the Selangor Government. (Raffles in Singapore had a library, another article suggests, but few Asians use it. In a letter to the Straits Times someone says that's a pity, that the books should be used for 'entertainment' as that is what 9 of 10 colonials read for, entertainment and pleasure.
The Book Club moves into the new building, beside the Royal Selangor club on May 20, 1940, a year and a bit before the invasion. (My aunt says that every day my grandmother's gentleman friend, a Mr. Hastings, picked her up after work to walk her to the club "all of 15 feet away."
In 1933, there are 14,190 books in the Book Club and the end of year revenue is 85.00 in the black.
In 1966, May, there is a tribute to my grandmother upon her retirement. Yes!!!! So my memory is good. I recall my grandmother showing my mom a press clipping about her retirement from the Book Club when she visited. I wrote about it in the original prose version of Looking for Mrs. Peel, but not in the play. (See below for full article.)
Tribute to a Book Club Pioneer
Straits Times May 1966:Reprint Rights Pending
Members of the Kuala Lumpur Book Club have learnt with regret of the recent retirement of Mrs. Dorothy Nixon, for nearly thirty years its secretrary and librarian.
Her advice and help have been constantly available to members, whether in Kuala Lumpur and other parts of Malaya or as far afield as Thailand and Singapore.
Outstation members are particularly grateful for her tireless efforts on their behalf during the Emergency.
Younger members have appreciated her kindness in opening the Book Club for study during her off-duty days and hours.
The Schools Group Membership scheme has encouraged many boys and girls to cultivate good reading habits which last beyond their school days.
Her valuable personal collection of books and source material on Malaya, interpreted and illumined by her own thorough and extensive knowledge of things Malayan, has been at the disposal of all and sundry
The Book Club is not the same without "Mrs. Nicky" but many members, old and young, will see it as a continuing reminder of her long and devoted service.
signed Two Members.
>From the Straits Times April 1949.
There are many intelligent non-European women readers who have joined the Kuala Lumpur Book Club.. April 9, 1949 (from Straits Times)
This fact was given to me by Mrs. Dorothy Nixon, Secretary of the Club, who added that this increase has been most marked since the war.>
Half of the members of the book Club are Asian, and a representative proportion of this number comprise women.
That people all over the world are reading more and more is well known, but here in Malaya, where most non-European children aspire to an English education and where plans for new schools in English and a University make daily news, the demand for books is a flourishing off-shoot of a widespread growth in the interests and ambitions of Malayans.
The enthusiasm shown by non-European visitors to the Book Exhibition held in Kuala LUmpur gave further evidence of this.
I asked Mrs. Nixon what type of general literature appeals to women members. She told me that their tastes are very similar to Engish children when young, but by the time they leave school they are able to enjoy the classics and novels by such author as Jane Austen, Arnold Bennett, John Galsworthy. "Somerset Maugham is a very great favourite with them, " she said. Other authors popular with Asian women readers are A J Cronin, J B Priestly, Francis Brett Young, Eden Philpotts, H G Wells. The series novels of English family life are also popular.
The essential thing with Asian children's reading is to provide stories, preferably with pictures, which have a background common to any nation.
Scenes of ice and snow are incomprehensible to a chld whose only idea of ice is as squares from a refrigerator.
Gee, my story. LOOking for Mrs. Peel is about how I met my grandmother in 1967 and how much we didn't get along. And, yet, I also became a literacy advocate. Here's a link to some pages of the Children's Literacy Resource Guide that I wrote.
April 8, 1951 Straits Times
The Kuala Lumpur Book Club has increased in popularity and gained in membership over the years until it now has a membership of over 1,500 with, for the first time, a majority of Asian Members.
Originally, the library was housed in a room behind the Town Hall, later in the Mercantile Bank building, and in 1937 in the Hardial Singh Building in Ampang Street.
In 1939, it was decided to build a modern library and $20,000 was borrowed from Government. In March, 1940, the new library was opened.
Unfortunately, the library was badly damaged on Boxing Day, 1941 by bombing and many valuable books were either ruined or damaged. Rehabilitation has been an expensive and slow business but most of the repairs have been completed.
The loan from government was gradually repaid and in October 1948 the final installment was paid.
This, considering the Japanese Occupation, was really a fine achievement.
Mrs. Dorothy Nixon who is ever ready with help and advice in choosing or recommending books for members, has been the hard-working secretary of the KL Book Club since 1937. The membership back then was 600. By 1940 it had risen to 1,100 and at the end of 1950 to 1, 500.
Mrs. Nixon said there were very few old records of the club available, but she understood the club had a humble beginning many years ago when two or three people began lending each other books. Thus the nucleus of the present thriving club began.
The club has for many years supplied books to outstation members, which have been sent either by rail or post to the various States in the Federation, including Singapore. Siam too has its members of the KL Book Club, who receive their welcome box of books usually selected by Mrs. Nixon, who hasa great knowledge of the type of book the various memebers prefer.
Before the last war there were members in far away Christmas Island , also in Brunei, to whom books were dispatched.
"I eagerly look forward to the day, " says Mrs. Nixon, "where there will be mobile libraries going out from the book club to the villages of Selangor and eventually even further afield."
Many books belonging to the Book Club disappeared during the Japanese Occupation, although when some sort of order was instituted out of those chaotic days, the library was reopened and continued to function under the occupation.
At the present time, there are somewhere in the vicinity of 40,000 books in the well stocked library shelves, covering all types of reading, and new books are constantly being added to the shelves.
The success of the book club is due, in many ways, to the undoubted interest and hard working activities of Dorothy Nixon. Nothing is too much trouble, however small the request may be.
Interned in Singapore during the war, her suffering at the hands of the Japanese is well known. She returned to Malaya in 1946 after a recuperative period in Britain. Apart from seeing a mobile library added, Mrs Nixon says there are hopes of adding a second story to the existing building which will provide an adequate reading room.
Looking for Mrs. Peel *beginning. The complete play is available here LOOKING FOR MRS.PEEL: a Play for Radio
with new information on the Double Tenth Incident at Changi Prison (Civilian Internment Camp) during WWll. Based on a true story. Dialogue by people is recreated by me, generated from my -or my grandmother's -point of view and is speculative and not intended to cast anyone in a bad light.
Based on a true story, as they say, or a 're-imagining of a mostly true story with some fictional elements based on historical memory and record, personal memory and family myth.'
All Rights Reserved Copyright Dorothy Nixon 2008. Students and Teachers may download and reproduce any part for educational purposes (not for profit).
"The keynote of this whole case can be epitomized in two words: Unspeakable horror. Horror, stark and naked permeates every corner and angle of this case from beginning to end....Opening speech for the prosecution. Double Tenth Trial as reported in Malaya Straits Times."
Looking for Mrs. Peel Play COMPLETE with audio visual enhancement
A Tale of Simple "Worth" or the Gypsy's Warning
"Cross my hand with silver pretty lady, if you'd see,
What the future holds in store for you and how soon you will be free,
Cross my hand with silver (if you have none don't be shy)
I'll take it out in food or booze (or Gordon's Special dry)
Just cross my hand with silver or call at Cell Fifteen
With any simple offering, (be sure you are not seen)
No cumshaw ever comes amiss but if you have it handy
The fates show true benevolence if first well laced with brandy,
The lines engraved upon your palm are clear as mud to me,
There's fame and food and fortune and a journey on the sea
But a lurking danger threatens and a white-haired lady frowns, (It isn't Eve or Nella and it isn't Mrs. Chowns.)
Fate draws a veil across the name, but one thing's plain to see,
The danger is averted if you put your shirt on me."
Scene One: Nixon Living Room Montreal November 1967
SOUND: Television, (Murdersville episode of The Avengers TV Series from November 1967) someone being dunked in water and crunch of eating
Voice on TV: (sx water) You could spare yourself this Mrs. Peel. (sx splash)You know what we want (sx Splash) Who knows you are here?
Martha: Dorothy , depeches-toi,come say goodbye to your grandmother. This is your last chance to see her. She’s leaving for the airport very early tomorrow morning
Dorothy : (sx crinkling of cellophane bag,crunch of junk food being chewed)
Martha: And, adjust the rabbit ears on the TV for Heaven’s sake,. All that interference. Mrs. Peel's face is covered in snow!
MUSIC: Red Rubber Ball. The Cyrkle 1966
Scene Two: 2008 kitchen near Montreal Canada
SOUND: food sizzling on stove, radio din, phone ringing to the tune Brand New Key
Dorothy: Blair. Get my cell, would you?
Dorothy: Aghh. Geez. (sx clunk of pan) Hello?
Denise: Dorothy. It’s your Aunt Denise.
Dorothy: Hi. I know. I was just thinking of you, actually. I’m listening to a BBC Documentary - about My Lai. On my laptop. 40th anniversary of the year 1968.Big year in the US. Of course, 1967 was our big year -here in Canada.
Denise: Radio Four, I presume. We never miss The Archers. I’ve rung to say that I received Mother’s war memoir in the post today. I want to thank you for returning it so promptly.
Dorothy: Wow. That’s fast. I just scanned the pages and saved them to CD. I still have a tonne of research to do before I can make any sense of it. Especially the spy business. Did you see that snippet I sent you from the 1963 Malaysia Who’s Who?
Denise: Yes, I did.
Dorothy: But did you notice the twenty year gap? It says Dorothy Forster Nixon: Born 1895 County Durham; Quaker Co-educational School; land girl in forestry WWI. Then it jumps to librarian, Kuala Lumpur Book Club 1935-present with mention of internment at Changi. Nothing about her domestic life as a rubber worker’s wife.
Denise: No I didn't. Odd. Well, I can't thank you enough for all you are doing for my mother.
Dorothy: Well, Granny didn’t get the recognition in the UK. No OBE or flattering obit at her death like the others involved, But she’ll have this, my humble family tribute. I’ll dedicate it to everyone written out of history.
Denise: Yes, to think that the grandchild with whom she had the least rapport is doing the most to keep her memory alive. Must ring off. Short of breath these days. Give my love to your mother.
Dorothy: I will. Bye now. Hmm. The grandchild with whom she had the least rapport. That’s one way of putting it, I guess.(sx plunk of fan, frying sound turns into applause)
Scene Three: Clanranald Elementary Auditorium,Montreal 1967
Teacher (sx mike): Good work Mark Luxenberg and Rebecca Birenbaum. The top students at Clanranald Elementary for 1966/67 . Assembly dismissed. Have a great Expo summer. And please don’t lose your report cards on the way home. Here's Bobby Gimby to trumpet you home (sx scratch of record CA NA DA Song on cheap record player over PA system)
(sx vague sound of birds, children and car radios fade in and out as Ingrid and Dorothy walk by.
"C'etait Bits and Pieces par le Dave Clark Five. A Suivre Light My Fire, Les Doors...
US President Lyndon Johnson meets today with Russian Premiere Alexsei Kosygin in New Jersey at what is being dubbed the The Glassboro Summit....
(sunny ID-jingle) CFCF 600 Montreal...
Silky Woman's Voice:There's a new look in telephones. The new look is the princess phone. It's little, it's lovely, it's light. It's so slender it can fit anywhere.)
Dorothy (VO): 6th grade down. One more year of elementary school to go. I walk the two blocks home to my family’s untidy upper duplex apartment on Lemon Creek Road in the dingy Snowdon district of Montreal (with its row upon row of unadorned brick buildings and only two landmarks worthy of the designation: the glamorous bejewelled Art Deco Snowdon Theatre and the glaring globoid Orange Julep Drive-in Restaurant)in the company of classmate and neighbour Ingrid Singh. Bombay born, Ealing raised, one of the many exotic new Canadians coming to live in my neighborhood.
Dorothy: Let me see your report card Ing.
Ingrid: Let me see yours first.
Dorothy: Nothing to see. Very good in every subject. Not one teacher comment.
Ingrid: Well, I got five excellents.
Dorothy: And a page and a half of teacher comments, I bet.”Ingrid talks back in class and teaches the little ones how to say words like douchebag. Please wash her mouth out with soap.”
Ingrid: H! Ha!. So, what do you want to do when we get home. Go up to Queen Mary Road and play Monkey See Monkey Do?.
Dorothy: Nah, too hot.
Ingrid: Wanna go see if that one-legged hobo is still living in the backseat of the blue Firebird in the used car lot?
Dorothy: Not allowed. And he's not a hobo. He's a war veteran.
INgrid: Spy vs. spy then?
Dorothy: Ok. But I wanna be Emma Peel this time.
Ingrid: No. I get to play Emma. I’m from England. You can be Agent 99 or Honey West.
Dorothy: I wanna be Emma. You’re from India. I’m the one who’s REALLY English. I’m a tall Yorkshire girl, just like Diana Rigg. My dad says.
Ingrid: You said you were born here in Canada. And your father in K-u-a-la Lum-pooor.
Dorothy: Makes no difference. My grandparents are from Yorkshire.
Ingrid: Is you grandmother tall like you and your dad?
Dorothy: I dunno.
Ingrid: Well,I’m much much MUCH prettier than you, so I still get to play Mrs. Peel.
Dorothy vo: Right, then. So Ingrid,with her shimmering swell of jet black hair, flawless mocha skin and blossoming Swedish curves, gets to be Emma Peel, as usual. That's because Emma Peel is really Diana Rigg, an English lady who is undeniably the most beautiful – and possibly the best TV actress on either side of the pond. At least according to critic Cleveland Amory in the April 28, 1967 issue of TV Guide Magazine, the very same issue I have tucked away as a keepsake because April 28, 1967 was also the opening day of Expo67 Montreal’s wonderful World’s Fair.
Ingrid: So, Emma goes undercover at the British Pavilion at Expo where she hides out with the Mary Quant mannequins. She’s watching out for Russian spies who want to kidnap…ah…Queen Elizabeth when she visits in two weeks.And Honey is a double agent working in the Russian Pavilion.
Dorothy: I’ve been to the Russian Pavilion. All it has inside is machines. Why can’t Honey hide out in Thailand? Their pavilion is shaped like a golden dragon boat.
Ingrid: Don’t be daft. Nothing happens in Thailand. So, my flat is the British Pavilion and your flat is the Russian Pavilion and our bedrooms are where we send our top secret transmissions. On pink princess phones.
Dorothy: I don’t have a princess phone.
INgrid : It’s pretend!
Dorothy: Next week I won’t even have a bedroom.
Dorothy: Because my Yorkshire, well, Malaya, grandmother is finally coming for a visit and she gets my brother’s bedroom and he gets mine.
Ingrid: Is she coming for Expo? Is she coming to see the Queen?
Dorothy: I guess.
Ingrid: Where are you going to sleep?
Dorothy: On a cot in the dining room.
Ingrid: So, then. You’ll finally find out if she’s really tall or small.
Scene Four: Lemon Creek Living Room
SOUND: Announcer on radio
Announcer: ( This is Roger Scott broadcasting live on location from Expo 67 Or Girl Watching Central.( sx cheesy wolf whistle sound effect)Everywhere you turn a gorgeous young thing in a sarong, sari, or kimono. Still it takes more than a beautiful face and perfect proportions to be a hostess at the fair. All 240 Official Expo hostesses speak both English and French…and have some college; And lucky me,in a minute, I get to interview two leggy birds from the British Pavilion whose miniskirts are the envy of all the Expo hostesses, (ID. CFOX. MontreeeeALL The Island City) But first this word from Clairol.Who writes this shit?
(sx radio: Sad-sack women's voice: Oily hair?? My hair is so oily this big man from Texas came up and asked if he could invest. PSSSt. Good news for you; fade)
Marthe: Mark. Dorothy. Come to the window. They’ve found a parking space right in front.
Here's a page from the family accounts 1883. Stove lifter. 10 cents.. Remember them? If you are old enough. I only saw wood stoves when on vacation. We kids liked to play with the stove, the lifter, the whatevers you lifted up..not elements, round things that got hot.