"Oh, dear I wish Jerry would come home I want to see her I've always missed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I've missed her more than ever. I'm simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face Here it is, the twenty-fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah Geraldine Macy " Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to no one in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of the living room, her nose...