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Chesterton, Ind R.R. #2. Box 434. May 4, '50

Dear Jack:

  Thanks for remembering me with an announcement of Anita Lipp's concert.  Indeed, I am always happy to have an opportunity to contribute my few pence to any thing of a cultural aspect.   For my ears ring with savage war crap, and my reluctant purse is shrunken thereby.
  Anyway, I'm sorry we missed the concert.  We're here on the "poor man's acres" for the summer.  We're raising Capons.  A nasty business, this.  With my scalpel I remove the gland that makes a cockrel a cock.  But thereafter they do [sic] have to exert themselves crowing at early dawn, nor chasing the virgin pullets over the acres.  All of which adds fat to their rumps. 
   We want you folks out for a week-end.  You'll enjoy it.  A sniff of the Hoosier Country side 'll do you good.

As ever. Bill Robinson