Then we argued along for a while and she swore up and down that she didn’t write me no postcard or call me no busher. I says Well then why didn’t you write me a letter when I was in Frisco? She says she had lost my address. Well Al I don’t know if she was telling me the truth or not but may be she didn’t write that postcard after all. She was crying over the telephone so I says Well it is too late for I and you to get together because I am engaged to be married. Then she screamed and I hang up the receiver. She must of called back two or three times because they was calling my name round the hotel but I wouldn’t go near the phone. You know me Al.

Well when I hang up and went back to finish my supper the dining room was locked. So I had to go out and buy myself a sandwich. They soaked me fifteen cents for a sandwich and a cup of coffee so with the nickel for the phone I am out twenty cents altogether for nothing. But then I would of had to tip the waiter in the hotel a dime.