I was five years old and my brother Bob was seven when the measles came to our house. I went to bed one night feeling puny and woke up the next morning with a countenance. as disfigured as a painting by Picasso. Bob came in my room before I had· seen myself and burst into sadistic laughter.
"What A Measley Shame!,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 6.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss1/6