Well . . . I found this:

Der Bingle’s birthday is Friday and LZP has sent a box. It got here last week, but this past weekend, Der Bingle didn’t make it home. Soooo . . . it has been waiting and TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT. We always wonder if something is in it that is going to

INFLATE REALLY, REALLY BIG

when opened. If you hear muffled murmurs, that will be Der Bingle. And then you will probably hear Iowa chortling.

As part of my rehabilitation therapy, Spiffie has put me to work on research:

My mother remembers my Great-great Aunt Sara, my grandmother’s aunt on her father’s side, but only a very few years older remarking to my grandmother: “I always thought so much of your mother.” And here Elsie is noted to be a “noble” woman. Well, I guess somewhere along the line I picked up some feisty genes. Newfie occurred, and as acting manager of the PBC&R, has given me a table in the corner, designated the “Feisty Section”.