358 West End Avenue
New York, State of Ecuador

El 25 Abril, in the year of our
LLord 1936

Buenos Dias, Preciosa Chiquita et la suise,
I will start with a story, since stories you like:

CHAPTER XXX

When the touching farewell had been given, to this great genius of fresco painting, the Mexican Diegoe Riviera and his most picturesque little wife (all in Mexican constume, don’t you know,) whose name is Freeda or Carmen (probably after the famous opera) and when our tears had dried and our friends had cruelly left us, or rather, we had left them, the dark flashing blue eyed beauty said to theer her cranky sister “Lets have an ice cream soda, or a coffee at Loft’s candy shop.” So the two girls went to Loft’s still drying their tears, one holding her school satchel, the other, the spoils from the Hotel Barbison, consisting of four pieces of cardboard, a map of the U.S. and her most precious Leica Camera. They ate orangeade and swallowed a soda and took a bus home. When they reached their home and the cat had greeted them (Note that it was 11:30 PM) the one named luce suddenly discovered that her camera had DISAPPEARED. In the flash of the shock, her heart had fallen down to her toe nails. She rushed in taxi back to the shop, on 42nd street without the slightest doubt that someone had stolen it after she had left the shop forgetting to take it with her and leaving it in sight of anyone, and in grab of any one. She entered the shop with anguish on her face and wrinkles in her heart and with panting voice asked the fellow at the counter if he had seen a Camera. He smilled with a grin and produced the most beloved object with the words “We always put away carefully all objects forgotten,”or may may-be it was “We put carefully all objects always forgotten.” or was it “We always forgotten objects carefully put away,” or was it “Carefully always put we all forgotten objects away.” or was it “Forgotten we always objects allwe put carefully yawa.” How could she know which it was, she was so happy. Her state of mind in fact was such that she could have kissed every one in the street. She accepted the presence of even the bloated pig eyes business men, with their gooy mouths, round chins and digestive tubes full of pie. So she bought a jar of jam filled hard candy. (Note that it was 12:55)

END OF CHAPTER XIX

(continued next week)

How R U & D-é-go?

Isn’t Detroit lovely? I’m sure you’ll have
a perfectly lovely time there, with the intelligentia
and the high society. We of Detroit are quite advanced in

[Sketch of female face in right margin beside the first eight lines of the story]

cultural things. We have a museum and library
which cost $10000000 and an average of
200 people go there by week at an average
of 120 pounds each, an average of 89%
female species, 5% male and the rest
undefined.

Your troo friend

Lustuero chapeau sur l’cul

[Ink drawings of the letters L U C E are situated at a downward angle from left to right, each letter decorated with a woman’s head (on the L), then a woman’s bodice and arms (on the U), then a woman’s skirt (on the C), and finally a pair of women’s ankles and shoes (on the E). To the right of the letters is a small drawing of the rear view of two cats, one looking back at the reader.]

[WRITE S.V.P. is written in pencil at the bottom of the page]