Dear Sir, - Please permit me to write this, as promised some weeks ago.
I promised to tell you all about my meeting my new-found friend.
I have previously explained that she is totally without arms and the right leg.
She's a sweet girl, too, and ever so bright and cheerful.
Our first meeting took place at my home, three weeks ago. You can't imagine my delight on hearing the rat-tat at the door, and on looking out of the window, saw a very dark complexioned girl of about twenty-five, on crutches. Naturally, in a flash I knew her to be Doris, which incidentally is her Christian name. As you're aware, the weather was frightfully hot, and Doris was more than glad to sit down in my cool front room.
There we made out personal first acquaintances, and compared our physical disabilities.
I suggested to Doris that she might feel more comfortable if she were to temporarily discard her artificial limbs.
I had already discarded mine, and sat comfortably on the settee. "That's a fine idea," Doris said, "but won't you mind?"
"Why, of course not dear," I said. So it was as we both wished Doris came alongside me on the settee, and I undid her straps. There we two sat, looking at what we both thought was a gruesome sight.
Anyway, we wear them, we said, so they shouldn't appear too bad. Well, we sat reading and talking of other afflicted girls who write to the correspondence pages. Then we decided to have tea yes, just the two of us.
In the midst of tea, Doris commented on "Surgical Limb's" photo in this week's issue, and we both said it seems impossible for a lady to wear such high heels on a artificial foot. Nevertheless, it seems we are both wrong. Yet we both endorse what "Surgical Limb" says of well-made artificial limbs. Yes, and congratulate her heartily on her courage in overcoming her apparent loss by covering it with beauty.
Should this appear in your correspondence columns, which we trust it may, we hope she will see our good wishes and congrats. Again Doris and I say we should know, having to wear one each.
A firm in Tottenham Court road made both Doris's and my imitation limbs, and they are apparently as near perfect as it's possible to make them.
Doris has almost agreed that we two shall send sametime soon a snap taken indoors of us both sat on my settee. I'll endeavour to do my best, having the use of my arms, to snap us both.
Doris joins me in once again tendering our sincerest thanks to you and the correspondents in good old LONDON LIFE.
Should you know any other lady reader who has had the terrible misfortune to lose two or more limbs, I give you my permission to forward her my address, so that Doris and I may cheer her up these terrible days.
Thanks a million to you, Mr. Editor, andl may all your readers enjoy many years as subscribers to LONDON LIFE.
Yours truly,
F. N.