Way back before the era of
Facebook people used to gather in parlors, saloons and hotel lobbies for afternoon socializing and networking. Instead of "writing on each other's walls" they'd bring leather bound memory albums with them and their pals would compose poetic verses written in impeccable penmanship. I was lucky enough to acquire my great great great great (and maybe another great?) grandmother's Album of Memory from 1859. It's a 150 year old version of Facebook except with better grammar and none of those annoying 25 Things About Me surveys.
This is my favorite page. In 1863, Captain John Willen, Band Master of Lee's Rangers went to great pains inking an original song and music for my ggggg grandmother. He obviously had the hots for her.
There's always a wise guy in the bunch. Here we have a young suitor trying to impress with his wit and unusual handwriting. Either that or he had a few too many whiskeys. "Woman O woman how divine. I wish I had one I could call mine. She'd soothe my sorrows, heal my woes. Pull my hair and wash my nose."
Here's some good advice if you're seeking to unlock the secret to the holy springs of true womanhood.