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It is rather like the immortal `` Charge of the Light Brigade '' : Oats to the right of them , Corn to the left of them , Wheat to the north of them , Grits to the south of them , Into the Valley of Mush rode the two hundred . * * * * * Thursday I was allowed to sit on my balcony for an hour this morning . This would have been a pleasant change had I not heartily disliked at first sight my next-door neighbor who was sitting on the adjoining balcony . At noon she sent me a bunch of pansies and her card : Mrs. Grosvenor Chittenden-Ffollette . Among fifty or sixty attendants there are always a few who gossip in spite of repeated warnings from the authorities . Sometimes it is a young nurse , sometimes a masseuse , a manicure or a shampooer , but there are always those who retail the news , mostly innocent news , of an institution like this . Cold-packing , or rubbing , or spraying , or electrifying , or brushing , or polishing -- all these operations open the flood-gates of speech and no damming process is effectual .