ABSTRACT
IN AN Oklahoma newspaper we saw the photograph of a girl lying in a white hospital bed, and the inscription: “She smiles even on her couch of suffering.” There was no time to try to divine the reason for the girl’s smiling on her couch of suffering, and the newspaper was put aside. Mr. Adams, however, happened to read the notice under the photograph while he was taking his coffee. He wrinkled his face, and stared with displeasure into the gas fireplace in the lunch-room. We were hastily filling up on eggs and bacon before departing from Oklahoma.
