St. Valentine's Day. You know it's coming. This year, it's the day after Super Bowl Sunday, so if you're in one of those relationships, you'd better have something in reserve, as an apology for having cheered for the wrong team, or even for simply having watched the seemingly-eternal show for something other than the ads. When in doubt, give your sugar some breakfast in bed and a sweet little card you copied from the internet…
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I wish the original print registration
had been better on this. I feel slightly
hung-over looking at it. |
Or, just take a moment to appreciate that these were all given to a schoolboy in the first half of the twentieth century, and he (or someone in his family) kept them all this time, in order for me to acquire them along with a handful of postcards, at an auction, in the first decade or so of the twenty-first century.
Click any image to embiggen.
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| Speaking of good catches… |
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| …and better catches |
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No idea what this
contraption is |
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| Who could resist? |
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| poor doggie! I forgot to mend his tail |
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| Say it with plain, simple Columbine. |
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This one has a couple of folds,
not to flutter as it stands |
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The space under her stool pops back
to sit upright |
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| The yards are somewhat truncated. Sorry about that, chief |
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| Please please me |
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| Just for you, too |
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