"We have beaten Old Joe and done with the whole affair ! A good omen I hope !"
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15 Sept. 1927
Royal Monceau Hotel
55, 57, et 59 Avenue Hoche, Paris
My dear Gerald,
I am writing this letter in Paris, but shall not post it till I return to England at the end of the week, because it would be a bother to find out the right postage here, and in any case it would probably be exorbitant.
I was also here when I received your letter of Aug. 7; but since then I have been spending a fortnight on a motoring tour, the longest I have ever been, and have seen a great deal of France: Burgundy and the Jura as far as the Swiss Frontier, and then Lyons and Clermont Ferrand. The weather was good almost all the while, and I was lucky, for in Paris as in England it was bad, like most of this summer and autumn.
Unfortunately I shall not see Oscar in England; at least I am afraid that he will be leaving just when I get back. I had a very interesting letter from your mother about the total eclipse of the sun last June, for which Hartlepool was the best spot in England.
I hope you have killed your hippopotamus by this time. I have not heard whether you have yet shot a lion, but I suppose you would have mentioned it if you had. I am glad you like your job and do not mind being in the bush. It is fortunate you are not so much devoted to tennis as Oscar; though I suppose your blacks might be taught to play it.
I remain
Your affectionate godfather
A. E. Housman.
[Direction on envelope:] Gerald Jackson Esq. | R.C.B.C. Ltd. | N’Changa | Via N’Dola | N. Rhodesia | S. Africa
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The envelope, which bears some rough diagrams and the date ‘Sept 15th 1927’, was postmarked at Cambridge at 12.[..] p.m. on 19 September, and at Ndola, N.W. Rhodesia, on 15 October. The postage stamp has been torn off.
(With a photocopy of an envelope.)
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Trinity College | Cambridge
17 Dec. 1926
My dear Gerald,
I have got your letter of Oct. 11 and am glad to hear of your doings, but the earlier letter which you speak of did not find its way to me. I expect it was eaten by a lion, as you may have been by this time.
If I remember right, you were here in May just before I went off to Venice to see my gondolier. I found him better than I expected, as hot weather suits him, and he is still alive, but he’s just gone into hospital with hemorrhage. I stayed there only a few days, and then spent a week or so in Paris. In July and August I was at my old home and other haunts of childhood in Worcestershire and Gloucestershire. At Woodchester, once my grandfather’s parish, there is a Roman pavement, the finest in England, which is uncovered and shown from time to time, and this year was one of those occasions: I spent a week in the place, which I should have enjoyed more if I had not been dragged in to make explanatory speeches to the visitors, owing to the lack of persons in the village who could do it. Then I made a short motoring tour in Derbyshire, to see the most picturesque spots.
I heard from your mother not long ago, but I need not tell you any of her news. I am glad that Africa is geologically a good continent, and I hope its Christmas weather is not too hot.
Your affectionate godfather
A. E. Housman.
[Direction on envelope:] Gerald Jackson Esq. | R.C.B.C. Ltd. | N’Changa | Via N’Dola | N. Rhodesia | S. Africa
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The envelope, which has been marked ‘Answered 24/3/27’, was postmarked at Cambridge at 10.45 p.m.(?) on 17 December. The postage stamp has been torn off.
Letters by Leonard (Len) Jones written from Trinity College 1933-1934, condolence letters sent to his family after Len's death in Jan. 1936, and a later letter from Arnold M. Muirhead dated 16 Apr. 1936; with a theatre programme for a French play Len was in, a funeral card from the Edmonton Cemetery, and a folder of typescript poems by Len Jones presented to B. J. Warner in July 1946 by A. M. Muirhead. Accompanied by a photocopy of three photographs of Len from 1928 to 1934 or 1935, and a photocopy of the privately printed A collection of the work of Leonard Stanley Jones (1914-1936), Poetry, Prose, Reflections edited by Maureen Warner, 2009.
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