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65964460 - jojojlj
66375023 - Chris5420
66489806 - dixiechicken
66508225 - _secunda
WINNER - 66589881 - hoskinml
66829286 - AmateurGeorge

65964460 - jojojlj

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Dearest Sylvia
Now that I am in the train to leave Clarton I feel in a more amiable frame of mind than when I wrote the last letter an hour or so ago.
Last night I had a long conversation (no, it was not a conversa-tion if, as Proust says, conversation is a department of lthe in-telligence) with my landlady or a fellow-guest, an almost bald lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane-crashes: 'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as' - she sought for the right word, 'fly'. When our laughter at her half-deliber-ate, half-spontaneous jest died down, she produced two Austrian works of art, medieval castles (one of which had inspired Walt Disney's background for Snowwhite, I was in-formed), burned on wood with an electrical needle. My admiration was moderate. She next produced a musical box which tinkled 'Roll out the barrel' as its walls, painted with flames & ivory castles opened & shut compul-sively. She only played it rarely as no English craftsman could be found to repair such delicate work, once it went wrong. The elocution teacher rolled ecstatically in the sofa, she is 50 at least, & said - 'ah, it's so beautiful the way its doors open & shut'. Then we discussed the outrageous taxation on musical boxes. 2 duty, it was. From which it was but a small step to what we had read in the Daily Telegraph.
I learned, which amused me, that the press is owned privately by an 80 year-old lady who is very particular - dresses the friends 'ex-quis-it-ly' & allows no 'dirty' jokes. She in-

66375023 - Chris5420

14 X1 50
Dearest Sylvia
Now that I am in the train to leave Clacton I feel in a more
amicable frame of mind than when I wrote the last letter an hour or so ago.
Last night I had long conversation (no it was not a conversa-
tion if, as Proust says, conversation is a department of all in-
tellingence) with my landlady & a fellow guest, an almost bald
lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane - crashes:
'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as' - she sought for
the right word, 'fly'. When our laughter at her half - deliber
ate, half spontaneous just died down, she produced two
Austrian works of art, medieval castles (one of which had inspired Walt Disney's background for Snow white, I was in-
formed), burned on wood with an electrical needle. My
admiration was moderate. She next produced a musical box which tinkled 'Roll out the barrel' as its walls,
painted with flowers & ivory castles opened & shut compul-
sively. She only played it rarely as no English craftsman
could be found to repair such delicate work, once it went
wrong. The elocution teacher called ecstatically in the
cafe, she is 50 at least, & said 'oh, it's so beautiful
the way it's doors open & shut'. Then we discussed the
outrageous taxation on musical boxes. lb2 duty, it was.
From which it was but a small step to what we had read
in the Daily Telegraph.
I learned, which amused me, that the pier is owned privately
& an 80 year old lady, who is very particula - dresses the
pierrots 'ex - quiz - it - ly' & allows no 'dirty' jokes. She in-

66489806 - dixiechicken

14- 11 - 1950
Dearest Sylvia
Now that I am in the train to leave Clacton I feel in a more amiable frame of mind than when I wrote the last letter a day or so ago.
Last night I had a long conversation (no it was not a conversation, if as Proust says, conversation is a department of ill intelligence) with my landlady and a fellow guest, an almost bald lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane crashes: 'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as' - she sought for the right word, 'fly'. When our laughter at her half-deliberate, half-spontaneous jest died down, she produced two fustion works of art, medieval castles (one of which had inspired Walt Disney's background for Snow White , I was informed, burned on wood with an electrical needle. My admiration was moderate. She next produced a musical box which tinkled 'Roll Out The Barrel' as its walls, painted with flowers and ivory castles opened and shut compulsively. She only played it rarely as no English craftsman could be found to repair such delicate work, once it went wrong. The elocution teacher rolled ecstatically in the sofa, she is 50 at least, and said
- 'oh, it's so beautiful the way's its doors open and shut.' Then we discussed the outrageous taxation on musical boxes. lb2 duty it was. From which it was a small step to what we had read in the Daily Telegraph.
I learned, which amused me, that the pies is owned privately and an 80 year old lady who is very particular - dresses the periods 'ex-quiz-it-ly' and allows no 'dirty' jokes. She is -

66508225 - _secunda

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Dearest Sylvia,

Now that I am in the train to leave Clarton I feel in a more amiable frame of mind than when I wrote the last letter an hour or so ago.

Last night I had a long conversation (no, it was not a conversation if, as Proust says, conversation is a department of ill intelligence) with my landlady, or a fellow guest, an almost bald lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane-crashes: 'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as'--she sought for the right word, 'sky'. When our laughs are her half-deliberate, half-spontaneous jest died down, she produced two Austrian works of art, medieval castles (one of which had inspired Walt Disney's background for Snow White, I was informed), burned on wood with an electrical needle. My examination was moderate. She next produced a musical box which tinkled 'Roll out the barrel' as its walls, painted with flowers & ivory castles opened and shut compulsively. She only played it rarely as not English craftsman could be found to repair such delicate work once it went wrong. The elocution teacher called ecstatically in the sofa, she is 50 at least, & said--'ah, it's so beautiful the ways its doors open & shut? Then we discovered the outrageous taxation on musical boxes. lb2 duty, it was. From which it was but a small step to what we had read in the Daily Telegraph.

I learned, which amused me, that the place is owned privately by an 80 year old lad, who is very particular--dresses the parrots 'ex-quis-it-ly' & allows no 'dirty' jokes. She

WINNER - 66589881 - hoskinml

14 XI 50
Dearest Sylvia
Now that I am in the train to leave Clacton I feel in a more amiable frame of mind than when I wrote the last letter an hour or so ago.
Last night I had a long conversation (no, it was not a conversa-tion if, as Proust says, conversation is a department of the in-telligence) with my landlady & a fellow-guest, an almost bald lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane-crashes: 'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as' - she sought for the right word, 'fly'. When our laughter at her half-deliber-ate, half-spontaneous jest died down, she produced two Austrian works of arts, medieval castles (one of which had inspired Walt Disney's background for Snowwhite, I was informed), burned on wood with an electrical needle. My admiration was moderate. She next produced a musical box which tinkled 'Roll out the barrel' as its walls, painted with flowers & ivory castles opened & shut compul-sively. She only played it rarely as no English craftsman could be found to repair such delicate work, once it went wrong. The elocution teacher rolled ecstatically in the sofa, she is 50 at least, & said - 'Oh, it's so beautiful the way's its doors open & shut'. Then we discussed the outrageous taxation on musical boxes. 2 pound duty, it was. From which it was but a small step to what we had read in the Daily Telegraph.
I learned, which amused me, that the pier is owned privately by an 80 year 'old lady who is very particular - dresses the pierrots 'ex-quiz-it-ly' & allows no 'dirty' jokes. She in-

66829286 - AmateurGeorge

14x150
Dearest Sylvia
Now that I am in the train to leave Clarton I feel in a more
amiable frame of mind then when I wrote the last letter an hour
or so ago.
Last night I had a long conversation (no it was not a conversa-
tion if, as Proust says, converation is a department of the in-
telligence) with my landlady & a fellow guest, an almost bald
lady who teaches elocution. We discussed aeroplane crashes:
'I'd as soon get in one of those airplanes as' she sought for
the right word, 'fly?'. When our laughter at her half-deliber-
ate, half-spontaneous jest died down, she produced two
Austrian works of art, medieval castles (one of which had
inspired Walt Disney's lodgrown for Enawhile, I was in-
formed) burned on wood with an electrical needle. My
admiration was moderate. She next produced a musical
box which tinkled 'Roll out the barrel' as its walls,
painted with flowers & ivory castles opened & shut compul-
sively. She only plays it rarely as no English craftsman
could be found to repair such delicate work, once it went
wrong. The elocution teacher rolled estatically in the
sofa, she is 50 at least & said - 'ah, it's so beautiful
the way's its doors open & shut? Then we discussed the
outrageous taxation on musical boxes. 2 pound duty, it was.
From which it was but a small step to what we had read
in the Daily Telegraph.
I learned, which amused me, that the mies is owned privately
& an 80 year old lady who is very particular - dresses the
perrots 'ex-quis-it-ly' & allows no 'dirty' jokes. She in-

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