At first my humans very much disliked it when I played croquet with them.... But eventually they decided to accept my participation, and renamed the game “Calvinball,” after the game of some comic book character

I write to-night lest my delay appear tedious to the dear and deserving object of my most undissembled love.

Molds of these pages were dropped down chutes to the basement pressroom and used to cast semicylindrical printing plates.

Not to worry, we would get our turn in the barrel sooner rather than later.