“Sorry your teeth don’t fit.”

Neat little article about how post-cards were like Twitter a century ago. This is one that was sent exactly 100 years ago:

“Received your card, sorry you could not come out. I was up at 4 o’clock, breakfast at quarter of five. I went in the wagon with Ed. I am going with him tomorrow. I am going home Saturday. Sorry your teeth don’t fit. I would make him fix them. Love to all, Emma.”