...I had photographed on the oval--why had I not kept that!? It was a little plastic red boater hat, a dead ringer for a celluloid or bakelite piece from the 30s or 40s. All it needed was to have a pin glued to its back and it would make the cutest brooch! I smacked my forehead in annoyance with my- self--did I have time to return? I started running back, all the