Horrorscope

That's supposed to be my horoscope? It looks more like a horrorscope!

Oh dear, oh dear! all my appalling presentiments are coming as true as those awful horrors'''copes in Zadkiel’s almanac! I knew that girl would break her neck with her horse-riding. I can see her now laid out a corpse at my feet.

Well, John Hamilton—he’s an awfully cute Kansas boy, just a freshman at Electoral College, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his ’Fi Beata Capper next term—anyway, he reads horrorscopes the way Jim Farley reads palms, and he told me months ago that a dark horse would shortly come into my life . . .

Madame La Finkus is the astrologer who predicted Harry Truman would run as usual. His horrorscope shows a strong fever chart.