Really a Nonentity

One day in 1955, when I had written a check for groceries at a Boise supermarket, the clerk looked up at my husband and asked for identification—a card with his signature. The youth then looked at my husband’s signature on his card and then at my signature on my check, and okayed the transaction. ♠

Bridal Bouquet

Margaret Vail tells in Yours Is the Earth about being fortunate enough to purchase a cauliflower in Paris during World War II. Since the grocer did not wrap items sold, Vail walked down the street, carrying the cauliflower proudly, as if it were a bridal bouquet. ♥

He Asked for It

An old lady, Mattie McKibbon, who lived in Star, Idaho, told about her son who butchered a steer and gave her the neck boil. She invited him and his family over for Sunday dinner and served the neck boil. ♠ ♥

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