This seems rather dull as postcards go, does it not? Published by the Harlequin Romance people, I suppose that it’s meant to imply that some poor virtuous lady has been enticed into leaving her bonnet and parasol behind, and is currently having her bodice ripped in that stand of trees off to the left. But the card does have the saving grace of the sinister visage of Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) on the verso.
Rather that post some of Poe’s usual gothic work, I present to you a poem for our times, an economical little piece entitled Epigram for Wall Street:
I’ll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
Better than banking, trade or leases —
Take a bank note and fold it up,
And then you will find your money in creases!
This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,
Keeps your cash in your hands, where nothing can trouble it;
And every time that you fold it across,
‘Tis as plain as the light of the day that you double it!
For even more economy of verse, visit this week’s issue of Sunday Stamps.