Only ghosts and detectives remain

[sovay]

spatch in his cataloguing of ephemera from the Somerville Theatre has discovered evidence of Three Live Ghosts in the theatrical wild of 1922; I am delighted. I had never heard of this play before June and now my husband is under instructions to steal the program if he finds it.

Time has been weird for ages and I understand the shifting nature of lunisolar calendars, but I still don't understand how it's already Erev Yom Kippur.

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[ethelmay]

I am reminded of the silly poem

Three little ghostesses,
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesses,
Up to their wristesses.
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesses!

[sovay]

I am reminded of the silly poem

I feel like I saw that illustrated by Maurice Sendak and I hope it's true.