I sometimes think I ought to discontinue magazines and books of the sort, but when I look on my dear old friend, The Girl’s Own Paper, I am constrained to say, How can I give thee up? So it comes on as usual, and is looked forward to and read as eagerly as ever.
May it go on and prosper in future as it has in the past.
Thank you also much for the nice Portrait Gallery; it gives me much pleasure to look at it and make comments on faces mentally, some brimming over with loving kindness, and others so thoughtful, and all good.
Dear Mr. Editor, please forgive me for intruding on your very valuable time.
Believe me,
Very faithfully and gratefully yours,
One who at eighty-three has never tired of The Girl’s Own.
Another old reader who has every number mentions this with great pride, and adds, “I wonder how many could say the same.” This is also the wonder of the Editor, but he fears that it would be impossible to find out.
From our many and valued contributors, we have received hearty congratulations, but as their letters have a distinctly personal tendency, we can only quote from them.
A quite new writer on our staff says:
Until I received my monthly number of The Girl’s Own Paper this morning I did not realise what an important one it was. Allow me to add my congratulations to the many you have already doubtless received on the success attending your venture. I find The Girl’s Own Paper a household word wherever I go, and quite as much appreciated in Ireland and Scotland as in England. I think you have solved the problem how to instruct as well as amuse our daughters and young people most wonderfully, and feel proud to be on your staff. I have been delayed in sending you the rest of my papers by fresh bereavement and continued illness. In a short time, however, I hope they will be in your hands. With repeated well wishes of a longer life and even more success to the magazine.