Years ago I used to live in a cow-camp, where a bed and a knife, fork, spoon were all the things I could look forward to in the evening. Now I live in what is known as a gentleman's estate. There is a big house and a lawn in front of which Barnum and Bailey could put all their tents. There are tennis courts and a swimming pool with so many different-colored tiles that you feel ashamed to get in with only an ordinary bathing suit. I go back to this place in the evening and wander around. Nothing there but dignity.
