May 11 Friday – William Dean Howells wrote from N.Y.C. to Sam. “I wont take advantage of a delicate convalescent; so when I come next, we’ll talk, not read and listen. There’s talk enough left in us, I hope. / Yours ever, / W.D. Howells / This is final” [MTHL 2: 806].

Poultney Bigelow typed a postcard to Sam. Mbr>
Did you get a volume of “Panama Patch work!”—verse by my friend J.S. GILBERT of COLON. If so DO write him a few sweet words—he is a lovely clean fellow. When do you go to DUBLIN—myself am a FARMER at MALDEN on HUDSON—have planted onions and potators—have seven cows, three horses and several hens and my typewriter machine! All I want is someone to lean over my fence with a pipe and a smile like yours—for my name is / PB [MTP].