tie and darn if I didn’t have to wear it every Sunday till Lady Evelin Jack Burtons fathers best bull dog found it and et it.  But you go eezy on that shawl.  Never you mind about Sunday-school, just you be glad you dont have to go to it, though I dont no but goin to see that balancin stunt of Jeans is just as bad.  And dont you be askin two many questions about me, mebbe Im an officer and mebbe Im not, and mebbe I no something about submareens and mebbe I don’t but I woodnt let it sprize you if I come ridin in in one of those busses one of these days, and if I do and I like you I mite even take you back with me to New York, and then goodnite—­you’ll see some sites.  Say whats that dope on sage?  Hoping you are well and will rite to me soon I will now close hoping you are well.

Your affeckshunate godfather,
James P. Jackson Jr.

P.S.  I made Carl Odell give me the money rite off becaus he is a Red
Indian fer cheatin.  Did you get the Christmas presents I sent you?

18 rue d’Autancourt, Paris. 4 Jan. 1917.

Dear Godfather: 

The big paquet from Amerique come late but I receive it to-day and I thank you very much.  You are very good to think so much of me and it is very pretty, dear benefactor, There is one glove only, and I am fearful that the other rested on the road[7].  But it makes nothing[8]; I have not business[9] of two, because one is enough big for my two hands, and it is a muff very warm; but veritably, dear godfather, you are big like giants, in Amerique!  The little cage is very commodious also, and very pretty.  Jean believe it is a muzzle for dog, but no, I comprehend it Is for suspend on the ceiling for to make pretty the house, with plants green, climbing.

Goobye, dear benefactor, I kiss you with the bottom of my heart

Your godchild all devoted,
A. Leblanc.

[7] Rested on the road (reste en route) went astray. [8] It makes nothing (cela ne fait rien) it does not matter. [9] I have not business (le n’ai pas besoin) I do not need.

Greenville Falls.  N.Y.

Deer miss Secretary,

Pleese you must do sumthing quick about my orphan he is awful.  I sent a baseball glove and mask for Cristmas and he used them fer a muff and to hang plants in, and he wares a shawl and sits on the table of sumthing, and now he is kissing me with the bottom of his heart and that is the limit and he must cut it out because I wont stand fer that.  Hoping you are well and you will answer soon in answer to my leter I will close.

Yours truly,
James P. Jackson Jr.

18 rue d’Autancourt, Paris 18 Jan, 1917.

Dear Benefactor: