Dear Sir, - You have appealed for more correspondence, so here is a letter for you, sir, and couple of sketches to go with it.
As I explained in my previous letter to you, I am one of the pro-spectacle fraternity, whose views on eyewear are very decided. Because I am built that way, I consider that a girl does not achieve full beauty until she does wear glasses - rather an alarming view to take, admittedly, but still my view!
There is something about glares, some added brilliance and extra depth given to a girl's eyes when they are gleaming behind strong lenses, which I, and I am certain a good many other men beside, find absolutely entrancing, especially in the young, whose eyes are usually so soft and clear.
I have often wondered to myself why this is. How it is that two pieces of glass and a bit of tortoise shell can work this miracle. I sometimes think it is something to do with the optical glass; it is so finely ground, and when polished gives off such a lustre that it becomes an adornment.
I shall marry a bespectacled girl; that I have firmly decided if she will have me of course! - and it will be my constant pleasure to buy her new clothes and new glasses to go with them. I am a firm supporter of the view that a girl should match her glasses to her costume and her frocks. They then become just as much an adornment as a ring or a necklace. Of course expense is the main bugbear, and a girl is lucky to be able to afford several pairs, but the final result is always worth the trouble. The combination, for instance, of a dove-grey outfit with cherry-red frames, or flecked amber frames with a rust-coloured costume, or the American rimless style with frilled organdie the list is endless.
Considering for a moment my sketches, they are just a few of hundreds I have drawn, purely for my own benefit and pleasure.
If you think that anyone would be interested in them at all, I would like them to be published, but, of course, that is up to you.
You will notice that I have also drawn a monopede. Well, the fancy took me, and she suddenly took shape. My interest in monopedes, aroused by "London Life," has grown with the weeks and I cannot deny their fascination. Shall we call her my entry for the "Miss London Life" competition?
I expect this effusion has been marked "w. p. b.", but I have enjoyed writing to you, and I do feel if this letter does help in any small way in what must be the positively herculean task of bringing out a magazine regularly in London just now, then I am more than glad. You see, "London Life" has satisfied a very definite "want" with me!
Long live "London Life."
Yours very sincerely,
Captain.