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Monica was in Hollywood California, trying to break into the moving pictures, when she met Jack. She'd lucked into a short term job as a stand-in for Myrna Loy on the production of "Daughter of Fu Manchu." Jack was a stunt double on a western they were shooting on the next lot.
They'd given each other the once over in the studio canteen, but had never actually spoken. Still, Monica liked what she was looking at, and so did Jack. It just came down to chemistry.
Yes, chemistry. It can be a girl's best friend, but on the day Monica and Jack finally met, an error in the mixing of lighting effects caused a chemical fire on the second floor of the warehouse where they were shooting interior scenes for Fu Manchu's castle.
Monica was trapped in the blaze with what looked like no way out but a lead-lined urn when out of nowhere, Jack busted through a skylight, scooped her up in his arms, and with a soft-as -silk Virginia drawl said, "Don't worry Darlin', I've got you safe and sound."
He kicked an opening in the tin wall and, stretching out on the floorboards, lowered Monica into a tangle of outstretched arms.
Then, cries of alarm from the crowd of onlookers as a ceiling joist collapsed on our hero. Sparks and flames shot out of the small opening through which Monica had made her lucky escape, and poor Jack was never seen again.
Never, that is, until the following Tuesday after Jack's funeral. Back in her tiny flat while removing the pins from her hair, a red-eyed and weepy Monica caught a glimpse in the hall mirror of a tall lanky Virginian giving her a friendly wink and a nod.
The telephone rang at midnight, and sure enough, it was Jack. He wasn't certain where he was exactly, or how he got there, but the courtship was on.
Within a week or two Jack had grown so accomplished as a poltergeist that he could manifest flower petals on her pillow, and sometimes even whisper sweet nothings in her ear without recourse to the amplification of a telephone receiver.
Sure, Monica and Jack know the odds are against them, but they're a scrappy pair of youngsters and are confident that from manifesting flower petals on Monica's pillow or nightstand, it's not so great a leap to manifesting Jack himself, in the flesh, as it were.
Of course their love is a secret love, but they are both willing to try.
"After all," Monica said just yesterday, "it was destiny brought us together. Surely there can be no wrong in it, Dear."
Now you tell one :)
A very nice card, circa late 1920s, published in Torino, Italy by one of our favorites, Fotocelere.
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The item you are considering for purchase is, unless otherwise noted, a vintage postcard of approximately 5 and 1/2, by 3 and 1/2 inches. Postage is for fully-insured, first class shipping in a secure photo mailer (to avoid any damage to your purchase in the mails), and we happily combine shipping on all paper goods. If you purchase two cards, we will not charge for postage on the second card, and when you purchase three or more cards from us at the same time, your shipping will be entirely free, except for international orders which, because of increases in international shipping rates will still be charged one card's shipping fees on orders of three or more. We do not charge for insurance or shipping materials, and as of the date of this listing are still charging below our overall cost on shipping.
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