Nina Wilcox Putnam

Nina Wilcox Putnam

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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam The Fattening Calf (1920)

I don't know if insurance men have an extra sense or a fourth dimension or what, but I'll say they know with unerring certitude when anybody in the vicinity buys a new car. Why, we didn't really know it ourselves until after the salesman from whom we bought our Climber had shoved a form in George's way and murmured a hypnotic "Just sign here." But by the time we reached home, all fluttery and proud, yet anxious over our purchase, the insurance men knew the truth.
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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam The Fattening Calf (1920)

But no matter what George says about me nowadays, he can't make me forget the white lies he slipped to me personally in that hammock.
When I think of them I wonder the hammock stood the strain. They hadn't invented eighty-dollar cretonne upholstered swinging couches in those days, and it was an old-fashioned affair with something resembling a coat hanger in each end to keep it open, and even casual acquaintances just naturally gravitated together as soon as they sat down in it.
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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam The Fattening Calf (1920)

He left us the car, however.
"I suppose it's ridiculous to spend all that money on insurance," said George. "Because if anything ever happens to us it is sure to be the other fellow's fault, and he'll pay for it!"
"Well, nothing will happen while I'm driving," I assured him. "Because I mean to drive like a human being, not like a road hog."
"Great heavens, do you intend to learn to drive?" my husband shrieked. "Call back that insurance man.
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