In the little Jacobs house in Bay St. Louis, Miss, there was vast commotion one day last week. Telephone and doorbell buzzed like mad, neighbors flew in & out, tongues clacked incessantly. Mrs. Jacobs rang up her husband at his tollhouse on the Pontchartrain Bridge, spoke breathlessly. Stuttering with excitement, he relayed her message by long distance to his two daughters at Louisiana State University, who shrilled the great news through their dormitory. It was three days before Christmas. It was Mrs. Jacobs' 44th birthday. It was also her 22nd wedding anniversary. But...
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