p.

nor have it - and we have no
rich friends to help us The two
men once devoted to us who were
rich are dead. I think if I were
to go over some of my life, I
would not only accept more,
but demand it. When I watch
the foremost poet in America --
see him growing old and infirm --
crippled in his right hand blind
of one eye and purblind with the
other - and by necessity for labor
- as severe as when he was thirty --
then I think, I would say to
the men of money. Help this
man - and darn Foreign
missions!

Do write me about Harrys affairs
I am interested in them and in
him. There have been so many
collapses in mines, so much