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By Jack Joseph Smith

pad to the non-identified flying object of mercy. The ocean front fence posts of the L.A. camp, but she had lost her consintration. Erector set destiny... the crowd imposed! One of the farewell hellraisers; a man named Davenport, softly reclined in the back seat of an over journeyed Rolls Royce. More than dust had stolen away it's British sheen during the automobiles "horse trading" experiences in Mex- ico. But now it rolled along up through the cur- ves of Topanga Canyon, quite adequate it appears ed for it's passangers. The Prankster was in the back seat with Davenport laughing with the South American "in" weed, while the driver and the shotgun rode in the front. -Description- (Driver - smooth, long nosed aloof-) shotgun - young - A Hood face with the desire in it of wanting to hold on to the image of being of an older age. "Would you gentlemen care for something on the silver spoon mother made me promise to keep?" It was asked in jest by the shotgun. Davenport twirled the ends of his mustache; and smiled his rosy cheeks into irresistibility. "There's a lesson to be learned Prankster," said Davenport, "from the rebirth of the spoon being Mamma's grave." They moved along. Prankster holding together a

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In a battered Rolls through Topanga Canyon, Prankster and Davenport turn weed, spoons, mustaches, and mother-graves into aristocratic outlaw comedy, with a handwritten description sharpening the driver and shotgun into posed character types.

The page enjoys decadent detail, but it also makes luxury look secondhand and wandering. The restored marginal note sharpens the scene's mechanical-social feel: destiny is assembled like a toy structure and imposed by the crowd, while the driver and shotgun note makes the car feel like a staged cast. The joke is that grandeur survives mostly as style, banter, and theatrical self-invention.

Claude

Jaqueline's dream collapses outright - 'the non-identified flying object of mercy' becomes 'Erector set destiny... the crowd imposed!' - and the page cuts to 'Davenport' reclined in 'an over journeyed Rolls Royce' whose 'British sheen' was stolen by its 'horse trading experiences in Mexico,' now climbing 'the curves of Topanga Canyon.' Prankster rides in back 'laughing with the South American in weed,' and a handwritten character note casts the front seat - the 'smooth, long nosed aloof' driver and the young 'shotgun' with 'A Hood face' who wants 'to hold on to the image of being of an older age.' The decadent comedy runs on inherited props: the shotgun jokes about 'something on the silver spoon mother made me promise to keep,' and Davenport, twirling his mustache, draws 'a lesson... from the rebirth of the spoon being Mamma's grave.' Grandeur survives only as secondhand style and banter. This reading remains provisional because lower marginal handwriting is unresolved and was omitted, though the 'Erector set destiny' note and the driver/shotgun description were legible and kept.