Is it time for fresh cherry pie
after a mountain trout luncheon
in the charming, steeped-in-tradition home
of Gladys Mason, a true Californian, or
Mabel Ross, formerly of our staff?
Poor Mabel. Where has she gone?
It wasn’t enough, her eggnog chiffon pie
after a dinner of Italian spaghetti,
buttered green beans. It takes more
than that, Mabel, to earn a seat on our
gay, paprika-colored sectional sofa,
or a uniform and a place to stand in our
Homemaker Kitchen in Golden Valley.