That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 01, 2020

The cleaning ladies couldn’t believe their luck. They found something that would get help them get a bigger “Christmas bonus” — in September!

Why you should never give ALL the keys to the maids.

“Congratulations! You have been chosen to star as the faces of Weight Watchers in our new ad campaign.”

An archaic form of social media, the main difference being that the author could actually spell and write complete sentences.

“Oh, Mrs. Goldberg. Where did you find it? It really is the sovereign recipe for a matzoh ball!”

Businessmen soon figured out how to keep the female employees happy without giving them a raise.

“Me! The first woman inducted into the Janitorial Hall of Fame”

…And look, for only $29.99 they’ll send a leather bound copy of the official book listing ME as an inductee.

The content was clearly subversive/ and the ladies intently immersive/ but the message was lost/ for the letter was tossed../ they could not comprehend the cursive.

See! I told you. Kidnap enough of them and eventually some of them will pay the ransom.

The maids fond endless amusement in reading their mistresses’s secret love letters to the pool boy. And it was profitable, too.

Yet another love letter with the key to the lad’s heart enclosed.

The title is, “The love letter”. That immediately tells us that we are dealing with sensitive personal data here. You’ll note the lack of proper sharing controls and protections. Only the technology changes.

All their training had paid off with a contract from Dana White, saying they can fight in the UFC’s woman’s heavyweight division.

Next to his signature, is that a drawing of what I think it is?

It has to be said that letters weren’t as immediate as a text or an e-mail or a tweet or posting. But it also has to be said that they were more personal, frequently treasured, carefully saved and preserved, and in years to come, priceless memories. But letters did take time to compose and careful thought and effort to get just the right expression on paper. Which pretty much explains why they’re now obsolete today as effort and thought, never mind spelling and punctuation, are just too much trouble. Sad, but true.

“Hah, Sis, what a hoot! No guy is that big.”

Look, the Nigerian prince really wants to marry me.

Lili says that Sheriff Bart proves that it’s twue what they say.

a form letter from publishers clearing house

The Love Letter: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1884_Greiner_Der_Liebesbrief_Historisches_Museum_Bamberg_anagoria.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

Could find no info about this artist online, not even another painting attributed to him; makes me doubt the attribution is correct. If it is, first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2526 (August 31, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Sad. Even in 1884, Americans were beefy.

“Look what I found, Sis. A “Dear John” letter I wrote to Beauregard during the War Between The States. Luckily I leaned that a Yankee six pounder took him out before I put a stamp on it. Ha, look what I wrote – It’s me, not you Hilarious!"

People come in all shapes and sizes. They look like a pleasant pair of people.

The warders at the women’s jail/ just loved to read the prisoners’ mail/ those missives flirtatious/ were often salacious/amusing in every detail.

She looks really swept up in the moment.

See Julia, I told you Gunther would be pleased to hear about the baby coming. He says he’ll be home straightaway after the 100 Years War.

look at this grace, Biden wants me to vote by mail for him, what a silly man.

Look at this Grace … he only wants 20 pigs for a dowry!

The beginning of that great sequence from Sondheim’s “A Little Night Music”: “‘Look, Ma’am, an invitation’…‘Petra, and look at the writing, so chic you hardly can read it…’”