Hope is lost for those who are careless with it
When you sit up you face reality , talking about new strategy on how to face life

Don't listen when they scoff That you are too old and I am young, For I am old enough to know better And you are young enough not to care.

LOUISIANA IN SEPTEMBER was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air—moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh—felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.

Of course it was Mamma who both stopped my career and crystallized my determination to resume it.

Written By Loretta Young

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