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   Ethel Harris had to be taken to a London hospital ^ONCE for a time, her mother "collecting " her after a bad spell with diptheria, [sic] I think it was - another coincidence with the Village Girl's experience.  She was my wife's best friend in B-M.  An Emily Mason is mentioned also.
  I deeply enjoyed the book, and thank you very much.  I think Ethel Harris will enjoy the book greatly, and will recognize a lot of her own past in the book.  My wife's maiden name was Mason, her father a village smith (Boughton once had two) for almost a half-century.
  There was a rather nice dinner party and get-together at Harry Sheridan's home in Maywood on the Saturday following Jimmy's funeral services, at which I, Carlos Cortez (IWW editor) and Stanley McAuley spoke.  Harry is a very lucky boy, not too bright, but lives in a nice six-room bungalow that Jimmy's uncle Mike, Jimmy's father and Jack built in the 20's.  The only property Jack ever accumulated, which was after his uncle's death.
  After a few nice days we're back in winter again, but as the old man in Grapes of Wrath said about his land, it's our winter, nothing much different from what we've always known.
  About seven weeks after my daughter and I left England, she was notified via my wife's sister, that my daughter won one of the minor prizes on a sweeps ticket I bought for her over her objections.  By this time I think she has the cheque (!) for 100 pounds.  If one is over there (Ireland) they can simply go to the Ballsbridge office (which is near our embassy monstrosity - built by contractor friend of JFK) and be paid right away.
  I'm going to see the play, underlined:  1776 on March 11, with some old friends of the Sheridans and oldtime Dill Picklers.  My party, and I plan to get some information about the Dill Pickle Club, which I never visited 'til it was no longer functioning as club, but the old Cosmic Kid was the "caretaker" in 1945, probably doing the work for a bed and a pittance.  It was at that time a machine shop, and the Cosmic Kid had to get out when the govt. found out he was an oldtime radical; the machine shop was doing some sort of govt. work then.  Caretaker, the English name for janitor, was a vocation the kid had followed a great part of his life.  He was so much more sophisticated than the average American radical, and because he usually stole the show at forums, was hated by some, especially some show-off Jewish types.  He had one Jewish foe who must have turned the kid in to the FBI a dozen times.  This was a dirty old man by name Katz, who seems to have suffered from sex starvation, as he used to talk of nothing else at the open forums.
 Thanks again for the book and the review, Regards, Mead

P.S.: I have a half-finished play about B. H. Square handwritten in left margin P.P.S. Lou Gilbert is in underlined: The Time of Your Life here - according to a review, playing the part Chic Sole played when I saw it in 1939.