Tag Archives: 1943

June 16, 1943

  “I’ll bet no one has ever called Duluth Minnesota paradise,” said Marge, “but that’s what it feels like tonight.” Glenn looked at his new bride and smiled.  “It sure is paradise.” They walked hand in hand along the water, … Continue reading


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Thank Goodness for Spell Check

The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly You can hunt till you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by. Till the forms are off the presses, it is strange how still it keeps; It shrinks down in … Continue reading

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