174 The Diary of a Drug Fiend
We sent out a boy and got in three dozen small
bottles.
September §
The world is a pig. It keeps on putting its nose
where it isn’t wanted. We are overdrawn at the bank.
Cockie had to write to Mr. Wolfe.
“It ought to be stopped,” he cried, “ it amounts to
brawling in church |”
A flash of the old Peter Pan!
September 8
The woman says it’s Tuesday, and we're running
awfully short. Why can’t people keep their promises ?
I’m sure Mabel said Sunday.