K. Pearson to H.S. Hacker, 31st May 1912.- External URL
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Sent From (Definite): Karl PearsonSent To (Definite): Helga Sharpe HackerDate: 31 May 1912
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Holder (Definite): University College London: Special Collections
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Sent fromKarl Pearson
31 May 1912
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‘... You went to Aurundel[?] it is time, but where were your eyes. Did I hear anything of white peacocks? Not a line. Did I catch a reference to white goats? Not a whiff thereof. Did I hear any stories of the white cattle, of the white rabbits, of the white poultry? Not a hint. You did not even tell me that the squirrel or the weasel – had it no tail to speak the truth? – was white. Consider next time not only the tail but the ears & the nose & the run[?] – and you will not say a “squirrel or a weasel.” How do you know it was not a stoat or a rat, or, further, a wild cat in deed...
Now there is a horrid row. Ling bangs against the door – all is hubbub – it is forsooth the postman & as no one comes I shall go & see what he has brought. Alack all for mother! Ling & Choo desire bones & are reproachful because I deal not in such things. I warrant you they would prefer me to Ada at most times, but at 9.30 their hearts are set kitchenwards and bones have more savour than the caresses of a master. I hear Ada coming up with lemonade – there will be joy in the canine beasts. What thin stuff is the affection of the youthful!
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Sent toHelga Sharpe Hacker
31 May 1912
Description:
‘... You went to Aurundel[?] it is time, but where were your eyes. Did I hear anything of white peacocks? Not a line. Did I catch a reference to white goats? Not a whiff thereof. Did I hear any stories of the white cattle, of the white rabbits, of the white poultry? Not a hint. You did not even tell me that the squirrel or the weasel – had it no tail to speak the truth? – was white. Consider next time not only the tail but the ears & the nose & the run[?] – and you will not say a “squirrel or a weasel.” How do you know it was not a stoat or a rat, or, further, a wild cat in deed...
Now there is a horrid row. Ling bangs against the door – all is hubbub – it is forsooth the postman & as no one comes I shall go & see what he has brought. Alack all for mother! Ling & Choo desire bones & are reproachful because I deal not in such things. I warrant you they would prefer me to Ada at most times, but at 9.30 their hearts are set kitchenwards and bones have more savour than the caresses of a master. I hear Ada coming up with lemonade – there will be joy in the canine beasts. What thin stuff is the affection of the youthful!
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