Sir, A most curious correspondence from Miss Victoria Woodhut, who claims to be in communication with the spirits after they have departed. She supplies a strange photo-lithograph (see attachment) which does warrant some little scrutiny. Can any members nudes
Sir, Lady B do declare that the staff are idling and are not working as per their contract. I do inspect their work ethic on a regular basis and I find no fault. I vouch to watch the staff closely.
Sir, Over luncheon the Lady of the house sees fit to take me to task. She claims that my letter to the Postmaster is unwarranted for the new Postman is a fine upstanding young fellow. I note that he did deliver a telegram this morning with some urgency.
Sir, A telegram from Gussy Herbert whereupon he declares that he has enjoyed a Prussian Chuckaboo. I imagine that this might be a spiced sweetmeat dish, but on referring to my illustrated dictionary, I was quite shocked as to the practice. Although I not
Sirs, I recently returned from a trip to the former 13 colonies, their food was frightfully terrible, but I had enjoyed the most peculiar entertainment. I must consider having the staff learn this new fangled “can can” these “saloon” girls exhibi
To The Postmaster General, Sir I write to complain about dire state of our mail delivery. Our old postman has retired and his young replacement I believe to be a lazy sluggard! Why, on mant occasions our first post is delayed by as much as half an hour.
Sirs, A noise from the staff quarters do awaken me from my sleep. It is that rogue Greengrocer again. He purports to be exhibiting his finest carrots, parsnips and other produce, but I do not trust his intentions. Be on the lookout for this suspect fello
