TO THE EDITOR OF EVERY SATURDAY: -
You stated in a recent issue that I have written "a feeble imitation of Bret Harte's Heathen Chinee," in the shape of certain rhymes about a euchre game that was turned into poker and a victim betrayed into betting his all on three aces when there was a "flush" out against him. Will you please correct your misstatement, inasmuch as I did not write the rhymes referred to, nor have anything whatever to do with suggesting, inspiring, or producing them? They were the work of a writer who has for years signed himself "Hi Slocum." I have had several applications for responsible publishing houses to furnish a volume of poems after the style of the "Truthful James" rhymes. I burned the letters without answering them, for I am not in the imitation business.