When Dan, Jr., came home from school at noon, Mame was already beating the batter for Dan’s birthday cake. They had moved only that morning-boxes and washtubs, full of dishes and pots and pans and fruit jars, were still all over the kitchen floor, waiting to be unpacked-yet Mame was already making a birthday cake . . .
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This story appears in the June 30, 1945, issue of the Post.
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