In a Stockton, Calif, insane asylum last week died a fat old woman with wild white hair and a lame hip. She had been locked up for nearly half a century, happily certain that she was a great, rich lady, babbling endlessly about her memories. She could never keep her story straight, sometimes asserting that she had been married to President Lincoln and General Grant, or that the King of Italy was her foster father, or that she owned the Republic of Guatemala. But the daft old crone was not to be...
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