In the top story of this issue of the original Boomerang, the Boomerang man is feeling lonesome … his lament would also suggest that Beth and Harold White are perhaps no longer an item, which could mean that a lad named Orville will be mentioned soon? Next we have more news about the work on the attic; it seems that all that’s left to do now is to varnish it, which will happen “tomorrow”: Monday, May 30, 1921! The first two items in the second column of this issue are a great example of Fred Eno’s dry humor. Together they make a funny kind of syllogism; to wit:
The peonies are in bloom.
Our neighbors on the north have a tubful of peonies.
[…therefore our neighbors’ peonies are in bloom, and, in fact, those were the peonies of which we were speaking in the first place!]
It seems that the lonesome feeling around 1227 24th St. will soon pass since signs are that Enola is really and truly on her way home. In the meantime, the Boomarang Man had a wonderful turnout for his teaching of the Ruthean class today. What is a Ruthean in class? It seems that there was a Ruthean society, which was a literary Society for college women. It was founded sometime in the 19th century. It seems that they had guest speakers?
Eventual new project, that is!
Short day at the library … waiting for my Uber carriage …
Freesia, daffodils, and goodies from Old Sasoon Bakery — read all about it here.
Today’s picture was supposed to be of a yellow tabebuia tree, but the fickle finger of fate intervened … with a sudden encounter with pavement in the morning and then with this lovely floral surprise in the evening. Yellow tabebuia another day!
As I was taking this picture today (in the parking lot), a woman driving by told me that it’s a “pink tabe … villa” (?). Upon doing some googling, I realized that what she said was that it’s a pink tabebuia! Read more about these beautiful trees here. They’re also called pink trumpet trees, so they make a series with other floral trumpets in these pages: e.g. Gabriel’s trumpets (here and here) and honeysuckle trumpets (here and here)! Now I will need to get a look at this tree’s bark since impetiginosa, as far as I can figure out, means fully rough and scabby (like impetigo).