From a long letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, circa March 1929. Several poems, stories, ramblings and even plays are presented. Here is an extract:

Queen: “Good master, you bring blushes to my face; I’ll have a roof put on the squatting-place.”
Sage: “Good mistress, think the stars not to offend; if on the privies money you must spend, mend up the cracks whereby the serving men do view your queenly buttocks now and then.”
Nell: “I told you mistress! Scarce a day is passing, but through a crack some rude rough wight doth reach to pinch a lady-in-waiting on her breech. To me, fair mistress it is embarrassing.”

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