Letter from T.S. Eliot, London, to Howard Morris, 1929 October 24 : typescript signed with the initial "T".

Saying he will have the Criterion sent to him and adding "Yes, it still exists, in spite of various vicissitudes; and the Pope, Ramsay Mac, and Herb Hoover are said to tear it open with trembling fingers once every three months. We will see how it strikes you. I have a pretty good crew of sturdy Bolovians writing reviews for it. I am not quite clear from your account of yourself whether you are going to succeed Pierpont Morgan or land in jail; but as most of our contemporaries seem to come to a bad end I expect you will too. Poor old Duke: I am sorry about him, but he was headed as straight in that direction as anyone I ever knew; but for my stout Anglo-Saxon constitution I suppose I should be in a box too. Krumpacker too: well, well, but you look blooming, and I expect the kids will weigh in to the Primo Carnera class eventually. Your photo, by the way, looks a lot more like my memory of your father than the frail and elfin H. Morris jr that I remember; commenting on Pete [Clarence C.] Little's departure from [The University of] Michigan and his divorce from his wife; concluding with verse saying "Well well, as they say, / Now bugger my ear the Boatswain said, / Now WHERE can all my rum go? / My reason leads me to suspect / That Bastard, Chris Columbo... / In the Vatican Library (where I worked for a month) I only found one genuine stanza; the rest of the mss. being hopelessly corrupt. as follows : / The Boatswain was a man of mark / Well known as Worthless Walter. / He found the Chaplain fast asleep / Perusing of the psalter. He took him swiftly by the pants / And buggered him on the alter; / And the Mate said, (with a knowing look), "I've seen that done in Malta". / yours ever fraternally / T."