Dear Sir, - Being a one-legged sheik I endorse Sadie's remark and think it's time dear old "London Life" gave us a showing.
when in London recently I saw a couple of one-legged fellows give a very clever performance at a music hall, and I wander their photo didn't appear in your paper. I read somewhere that they met by chance in a boot shop, where one wanted a left shoe and the other a right boot.
Well, Sadie, my dear, I'm one-legged right enough, with my left leg reduced by a train accident to a stump of about 14 inches.
I prefer a crutch to a peg or cork leg, both of which drag to heavily on the stump. Give me the swinging freedom of a crutch any day.
I can't say my loss troubles me. The fact is, there is something almost fascinating in being minus a limb.
A lot of sloppy sentiment is wasted on one-legged and legless people. Admitted, it is a bit awkward hopping upstairs or climbing difficult places, but people forget that, as the blood circuit of the one-legged, especially the legless, is shortened, their life is likely to be lengthened through the strengthening of the heart.
Since losing my leg I've been twice as fit as before. So let the tender hearted weep over something less tragic.
Yours truly,
One-Legged Sheik