| A great pile of routine
Exposition Mail received by Secretary Fleming this morning was relieved
of its monotony by the following delightful bit of correspondence:
Ripon, Wis.,
April 2, 1901
Dear Sir - I am a little girl about 8 years old and I am trying to coax my papa to take me to the fair this summer. Will you do me the favor to send some of your literature that I may show it to him and thus hope to bring him around to my way of thinking. Yours truly,
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(Dictated to the bookkeeper.)
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