No woman writing for the daily press has more readers than a portly, hearty, white-haired old lady who lives in a little house high above San Francisco's Golden Gate. Nearly blind, ailing from diabetes and shingles, she celebrated her 72nd birthday last week in bed. San Francisco's Board of Supervisors stopped work long enough to pass a resolution wishing her "many happy returns." The Chief of Police sent flowers. So did Mayor Angelo Rossi, who is by trade a florist. But what warmed the old heart of Winifred Sweet Black Bonfils most was a...
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