
Torrid For You, Horrid
Dear S. Wylie; The head she ache, the nerves won’t fit in a basket Had a small celebration at the old school house last night--the boss...


To Kiss Thy Hand, Sweet Wylie
Dear Sweetie; Ya’ know, after two or three days without any letters from you, something seems to be missing. Its a little like missing...


The Only Decent Man Around
Dearest Sweetie; The music is all long-haired how do they expect a tempermental gentleman like myself to scribe without the proper...