Hey, who wants something nice?
So I was on tour this month, and when I was doing my event for the Princeton University Library and the Princeton Public Library, I ended up at the graveyard, where I found this gravestone:
So I was on tour this month, and when I was doing my event for the Princeton University Library and the Princeton Public Library, I ended up at the graveyard, where I found this gravestone:
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Whitout Mushroom
Whiter Snake
You never know how far will travel the ripples your life makes.
I feel obliged to keep an eye out for the book of Mr. Badger's poetry. Might find wisdom therein that's useful these days.
I went back to my hotel room, did some light googling, and found out that Whitin Badger had written a book of poetry called Unicorn, which I thought was pretty neat.
(Did you know you can just ask to do this? You just have to make an appointment and wash your hands really well first!).
Listen, folks, if you ever have a little mystery on your hands, turn that STRAIGHT over to a librarian. Emma, Amy and Morgan had this in the bag.
Whitin was an author and Dwight a journalist. They traveled the world together and lived in Santa Barbara until their deaths. They were buried together because Badger’s family had a plot in Princeton.
You may not ever get to get married, but by God can you be together in print saying to whom you are NOT leaving your art collection.
(And yes, librarians are magical)
https://cudl.lib.cam.ac.uk/view/MS-VIEWS-RELHAN-00099/2