Although the doughty Simeon von Pumpernickel continues his pursuit of fame and fortune, they just as doughtily continue to elude him.

Plus, to lessen the sting of his woes, he has taken up carousing with Charles Clarence, who as previously noted is a
dipsomaniac. ("White whiskey" is a dressed-up euphemism for what my ancestors called moonshine.)

Last night Simeon got royally blitzed, donned a lampshade and proceeded to drunk-dial every film producer and theatrical impresario he could think of. It's a good thing the phone wasn't plugged in.
I'm a bit worried for our theatrical friend. If this keeps up he's going to need an intervention.
(Photographic evidence by Caroline Aragon)
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