comma but the words are identical.

There is a small to near Provincetown where a sign reads--"Friends, we
wish to think well of you and we wish you to think well of us. Kindly
observe the ten mile motor limit." After that the roads are so bad that
one couldn't possibly exceed ten miles if he tried. Probably the longest
sign in California is that one which reads--"Drive your fool heads
off."

"Booze-fighters" are Western. Oh, they're Eastern too, but under a
different name. It's a misleading term, that. As though one were
fighting against booze like an anti-salooner. I actually know of a woman
who came West and thought for or a long time that a "booze-fighter" was
a "Dry." In the East he is a "rummy" and when he's drunk he's "tight."

"It's a fright," is Western. "Ornery," is middle-Western. That's a
wonderful word. Sometimes, I wish I could live my life over with
"ornery" in my vocabulary. It describes so many people I never knew just
how to classify.

There are no "T" bones in the East. And scrambled brains are not common.
Oh, of course, we have them but not as something to eat. Personally, I
was brought up to reverence brains and when I see them lying pale and
messy on a plate in a Greek restaurant, I confess it gives me a start.

Hot tamales have never crossed the plains East. And baked beans have
never come West--not real ones. The difference between the Eastern
baked bean and the Western is all the difference between a tin can and a
religious rite and it is the same with succotash. A cruller is only a
fried doughnut when it gets out West. Tea is more subtle in the East,
but out here the waitress will ask "Black or green" in a black or white
tone and stands over you until you decide. Maybe you don't want black
tea, maybe you don't want green, but just "tea," but there she stands in
her unequivocation--"Black or green?"

Silver money has never traveled East. A man told me recently that he
didn't like silver money when he first came out here and that it was
always wearing his pockets out but since he'd gotten into Western ways
it never wore a hole in his pockets any more. In the East a change purse
is scorned by anything masculine, but here all the men carry one, I
don't know why not in the East, nor why in the West. Blessed old
"two-bits" and a "dollar six-bits" are the only woolly things left over
from the old wild West.

What else--oh, I could keep on for pages. "Stay with it" is Western and
has lots more