Dear sir, - I have come to England for the Coronation, having lived nearly all my life in South Africa.
I have a friend over here who has shown me "London Life" - all your back numbers bound into nice fat volumes.
What a splendid paper, and how sorry I am that I have never heard of it before!
You see I am a follower of the cult of slender waists and high heels, having a number of girls at home who are similarly interested. We have parties to display our latest corsets and shoes, and turns in lacing one another in.
I held the record with an 18 inches waist for two years, but have now been beaten by half an inch.
They still keep me as president of the club, however, because it was my idea at the outset, and also they regard me as rather unique for the reason that I possess only one leg.
You don't see many one-legged girls about, and I don't suppose there is another one-legged tight-lacer in South Africa.
I lost my right leg at the hip, when I was quite a kid, and am so used to it now that I can hop around even wearing the highest of heels, and at our meetings I never use crutches at all.
When I am laced into a really severe corset I can only move about with the help of a girl friend on each side of me, and a fine trio we look - five perfect silk-clad limbs and three stem waists.
I find everyone most kind over here, and I'm going to have a wonderful time. People stare rather a lot at my leg because of the very high heeled-shoes I wear, I suppose.
It seems to be taken for granted that a girl who has lost a leg must limp around on crutches looking dejected and wearing a flat heel.
Because I enjoy life on one leg and look as though I enjoyed it, and am proud to show off my single prop to its best advantage, I am thought to be a bit crazy.
Never mind - I don't, and will write you again later.
Yours truly,
S. A. Monopede.