New-York tribune., 1907-09-01

Dear Old Pobsy: 1 reached here Boxing Day and
mas. I am going strong haven't funked the
fences, and only wish that you could drop in for
l am jolly well in the heart of London. rather
decently bunked and fairish shops all about me
poulterers, dTapers, warehousemen, cow
keepers, meat pastrymen and turbot venders. Lon
fo enoy mesns R sS about @S on m the the dy W AND it's ali
bcastly jolly and awfully ripping, though
the hay fog is bit of a facer for me
do myself most awtully g well and md all all for ten
quid a week Including the tweenie the keep of the
and the screw for the typist and the groom
of the chambers
There capital pubs all about memhere: The
Civet Cat. The Running Footman. The Maids
Hand. The Slip Inn. The Ship and Turtle and the
good mug Of bitter before tgmblinE e Sy-by; ~
a pipe-went TO the booking office at His Majesty's
was chivved about bit on the queen and
well in front of the pit took few pals TO
the pIayfef I id stiff Gr1ore dnnsr Ne We one but Lady
too delightful happer) and little Muriel Finn
(our cid pal of the Queens OWN. poor dear Prltch
Of the Guards and a bounder sort of rotter named
would be his b@rotherD @ The po9r chap tried hard hard
a bit After the play we had cigarettes and
lemon squash in the rabbit hutch at the Savoy
chmcked it yet, YOU seeD old Thailet was for hav-
ing 1t guineas. but thought of vi and the mater.
on the rubber knowing how rotten they were
It f'" WAS sitter! Right was, , too!
" As good luck would have it. in the very last
along along with twelve golden .su}ferings's Of the he
&n snd safv ct S bit What %f an gh sh
'un he is. He tried to pretend that he had ali
pay in pennies To make matters worse na he gave v
me a stumer check. Sickening bad taste I call
it,, eh?
My chambers aren't half nasty have private
jar of marmalade tin tub ripping bloaters. kip
/ get some marvellous Dublin prawns and plovers'
eggs for tfin. II / am beastly pecsish there Is
a navy sort OF waster who fetches ME din-din
It's cert that I'm off for the week end TO Lady
BagOtt-Beggs in Mid Glamorganshire If the bone
that l bag forty brace of pheasant before grouse
day dawus. II I lose l shall swear TO the old girl
that was only pulling her leg for chaff-d'ye seeI
draw hare in those damned gorse coverts. The
Whitsuntide. If get this touch of the fiue
go to Hants for the coursing. My address
Sudbury Mansors.
At the top of wigmore Street
High Minstable (on Tooting),
Wormwood serubbs.
Cricklevood,
Hants
Care Of the Hon the Col. Sir WilIoughby de
Come and join me there II you will And-oh.
change viii put you t6rough! you or can railing this
book down from Waterloo. Are you there? VIII
meet you at the rabbit warren. | shall be practi-
the old colonel will care! He's bit of a pincher-
little shirty-a rasper and all that but a capital
he's balmy. up the pole; and thick and milky. but
he's fizziing OLD soldier goes bard after the the
the oof, and plenty of 1t. dye see? It's piffe to
say he beats the wife If you ever clapped eyes on
would take lot Of doing, What rubbish they talk
the prory Come, dear old boy. say ''righto"
Well-cheero. cheero-my lad.
ST, smIf you can spare fiver. send it along
p. p s.-send the oof by one Of the servants