Such a frightful bore, the Depression. What with Prohibition over, the Armbrusters had to give up our speakeasies and revert to counting our vast stores of money. The dynasty founded on Grandpapa's watch fobs compounded with interest, but it just couldn't keep ours.
At least young Nelson had the wherewithal to diversify. Went off to Hollywood and invested in something called Technicolor. I daresay it suited him. He came back east last winter for Gray Days and my, did he cut a handsome figure.
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