F I SHOULD EVER TRAVEL!

The fabric of my faithful love

No power shall dim or ravel

Whilst I stay here, — but oh, my dear,

If I should ever travel!

— Millay.

If you’ve spent more than one day in Okoochee, Oklahoma, you’ve had dinner at Pardee’s. Someone — a business acquaintance, a friend, a townsman — has said, “Oh, you stopping at the Okmulgee Hotel? WON — derful, isn’t it? Nothing finer here to the Coast. I bet you thought you were coming to the wilderness, didn’t you? You Easterners! Think we live in tents and eat jerked venison and maize, huh? Never expected, I bet, to see a twelve-story hotel with separate ice-water faucet in every bathroom and a bath to every room. What’d