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May 20, 2015

Personal ads from the New York Herald in the 1860s:

A YEAR AGO LAST SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER TWO ladies with a child were travelling on the Hudson River cars,
one of whom offered a seat to a middle aged gentleman, with light whiskers or goatee, slightly gray, who kindly pointed out to her the red leaved trees, and said he had a number of them on his place, and made himself otherwise agreeable; and when she was leaving him (ten miles this side of where he stopped) gave her a parting embrace, which she has never been able to forget. If the gentleman has any recollection of the circumstance he will greatly oblige by addressing a note to Lena Bigelow, Madison square Post office, giving some description of the lady, also name of the paper he gave her. (Jan. 25, 1862) Love Walks In - Futility ClosetFutility Closet

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An exchange of business cards is protocol today.

Posted by: Jack [TypeKey Profile Page] at May 20, 2015 11:38 AM

"That's pretty bold talk for a one eyed fat man!"

"Fill your hand, you sunuvabitch!"

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at May 20, 2015 1:59 PM

Innocence long gone. Today what's your name? gets you huh?

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