Well no, not really. A look inside the parlor of Secretary of War Newton Baker in 1919. The comments in the story from which the photo comes are pretty interesting--especially the extent to which we've become convinced of the perfectability of the Christmas Tree.
Went out yesterday en familie to cut down a beast for ourselves late in the afternoon yesterday, and there were rows and rows of nearly perfect trees--which of course, made the selection difficult as we had to find one that WAS in fact, perfect.
Instead, we got two---one, a small nicely shaped fella--will go, well, I don't really know where. But the big Douglas Fir--'bout a 9 footer--will go in our Christmas parlor--a la Secretary baker.
Once again, HT--Instapundit.
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The Douglas Fir was not cut down, it was a pre-cut North Carolina tree.
You have a Christmas "parlor"?
No, smartie pants. We have a formal living room; I believe you've been in it. It is where the tree goes. It is currently festively decorated appropriate to the season. And so, i called it a Christmas parlor.
A Christmas parlor, hmmm...do you have a gift wrapping room too, like Mrs. Aaron Spelling?
And it is a lovely parlor. Is this the same parlor, I presume, where the kittens will someday receive their gentlemen callers?
Just like a carpet-bagging Yankee to come down to North Carolina to exploit our precious Christmas tree resources.
I am glad that you went and got the tree.
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