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Dear Jack Conroy: Don't be that way...be nice to a sweet little girl who must by hook or crook get there. The disposal of just such a break is in your own hands...will You? You see, I was the little girl with the red-tasseled shoes...and on one of my trips down, I met the great Randall Parrish who listened to my very childish plea to write. He told me to grow up...and if eyes like mine didn't get anything I wanted, he wasn't a prophet. I want to have you print this in your magazine...and only wish I might send my eyes along so that Mr. Parrish' prophecy might ring true. Anyway, eyes or no eyes, be kind to this brain child. If it doesn't meet your approval, why didn't it...and will you let me re-work it for you, Jack Conroy? You can insult me...bully me...tell me I'm hopeless...and what have you, but I'm still going to keep on. Nowwhat can you say to a girl like that? Anticipatingly, (Miss) Flor Garvey P.S. I'm still no good on the its' - its' - but thats' only minor deficiencies, isn't it? Anyway Tully, Mencken, Dreiser, Rupert Hughes, told me I can write - so I'm