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you as the most proletarian of the "proletarian writers" I cheered . . . with the reservation that old Karl himself didn't drive a truck.

But reading both books in succession left me with a cold realization all this happened over 30 Years ago! Cripes, it makes one feel decrepit doesn't it? I mean you, not me -- despite the purservatives [sic] we've enjoyed in our lives.

Maybe you know, but whatever in hell has ever happened to Norman Macleod? Is he alive yet? Poor guy, he thought Sandburg and Frost were squares. And Jimmie Farrell just told me over the phone that Mencken thought he (Farrell) was the greatest living writer in America. Ah, well! With a little of the juice . . .

Give our warmest regards to the Gal-in-charge and may your children never have dandruff.

Rose & Walt

PS. When your quarterly World Progress comes out of the printers, sneak a copy for us moochers? We're gluttons for well edited misinformation.