Eugene Manlove Rhodes

“ One day I remember I lay in camp with nothing to do and read every line of an old El Paso paper, ads and all. Leo, you're getting to be a big boy now. I want you to get into something better than punching cows. When you get time you ought to go down to your Uncle Sim's and make a start on learning to use a typewriter. I've been trying it myself, but it's hard for an old dog to learn new tricks. You and Wesley must both help your mother, and help George. Do what George tells you—he knows more about things than you do. Be good kids. ”

“ It looks to me like a great writer could take a page of it and build a book on it. Well, that's all I know. Oh, yes! I tried to learn typewriting when I was in El Paso—I musn't forget that. I made up a sentence with all the letters in it—he kept vexing me by frantic journeys hidden with quiet zeal—I got so I could rattle that off pretty well, but when I tried new stuff I got balled up. Will write you when I can. George will know what to do with the work. Have the boys help him.
Your loving husband,
Jeff. ”

“ Since I last wrote you I have been on a long trip into the Yaqui country as guide, interpreter and friend to a timid tenderfoot—and all-round sharp from the Smithsonian. His main lay is Cliff-Dweller-ology, but he does other stunts—rocks and bugs and Indian languages, and early Spanish relics. I get big pay. ”