Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.
S. P.—Banzai! America fleet reach Tokyo and international friendship are glued together by sticky ceremonies. Most sweetest exercise of all was when them 10,000 Japanese school-children sing, “Hail Columbia, Jappy land!”
H. T.
XXXV
FALL HATS AND THE LADIES INSIDE OF THEM
San Francisco, November 6th.
Editor New York Newspaper who must wear grandy Robe of Literature & Science emborderied over with tucks & jounces which represents Art; but he must also retain a calm Derby Hat to make himself sensible in order to do so.
Dear Sir—If my Uncle Nichi would not go roundy town seeing America he would not come home & talk about it. I should like to remain his affactunate Nefew, I should delight to reverence his bald hairs because he are my Ancester—but I will be lynched if I can remain faithful to all them fooly Questions he ask-it! Eech moment by clock-time he come to me with Queery & when I are giving sweethearted reply he are preparing another Enquire for answer. Only a mean dib can plug his voice, thank you!
“I observe something,” he say-me yesterday because he think he did, “I observe it how female women of America is entirely beasts of burden.”