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My Dear Frisk,

To you I send the accompanying verses, lighter than the usual fruit of my pen, not because I deem their trifling character commensurate with your deserts, but because these Cricket Songs remind me of summer days when you and I blocked, bowled, hit and ran as partners in that great game which even now exercises its dominion over our stiffer backs and slower muscles.

Accept them, then, I pray you. And with them take something else—my thanks for an untarnished friendship which, I trust, despite its twelve years, is only in its infancy.

Truly (and what more need be said) yours,

NORMAN.