I was reading through my mother-in-law’s autograph album from 1933-34, and discovered these gems:
Alpena Pass, Ark., March 5, 1933
When you get old and cannot see
Put on your specks and think of me.
[This one is my favorite.]
When you get old and ugly, as people sometimes do,
Remember that you’ve got a friend
That’s old and ugly, too.
August 8, 1934
True friends are like diamonds, precious but rare.
False friends are like autumn leaves, found everywhere.
A True Friend,
Amelia Belle Whitaker
[And then the one from the boy who eventually married her]
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.