September 6, 1943.

Mr. Lecy Haynes,
Estes Park, Colorado.

Dear Lacy:

Just a word of caution, lacy. If you pick on any of those
bears, pick om the smallest one in the background. I see one little
et NO tae Ree SE Seat, ee Dene
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I em reminded of a story by your challenge to wrestle one
of these quadrupeds. When I.was in Warrensburg, Missouri, there was
a merchant there named Harry Clark, a big, fine, but rather corpulent |
fellow, who had a wonderful personality and was a heil-fellow-well-met.
‘I have never seen him angry. Rather, he was one of those cheerful,
backe-slapping, hand-shaking type that would rather shake hands than
shake a fist. But one day some rather scrawny chap came by and vexed
him no end. ne ee

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, A pair of shoes tanh nine any bow edd aad Wks fellow told
him off in no uncertain terms. In response, Clark said, “Why, you
little shrimp, if you weren't so small I would beat the tar out of
you." No blows were struck, and the weasel shap left without being

The next day one of Clark's friends met him and said, “Harry,
i heard that altercation and my advice to you is not to pass up any
of those little fellows if you want your batting average to be five
hundred. You take them as as they are and don't look for the

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big ones =~ you'll have ~ luck."

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, Lacy, that is why I am picking the little bear!

I kuow this rest is going to do you and Mrs. Haynes a lot of
ood and we will be roe forward with sager — te your

coming home.

oe but happy. The weather has
been good to us on the whole. I get out in the afternoon and play

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golf and do most of my work in the morning and early afternoon. I
have ‘a 7:30 class (early rooster's club, as Fred Ellsworth calls it
in his Graduate Magagine), but it is good for a fellow. It starts

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day right. ee ee ee