Dere Mojave
Yore pore ol pardner
El Tigre del Norte

Be Calm, Don, We Know It Not
Nina Querida!
'Twas just yesternight I saw your name drawn in slow convoluted coils across the blank platitudes of other egoists. I love you! Your name is as the warm stars on the deserts of Sonora, my Sonora .... Querida Mia! I know you! You are tall and slim, smooth and very sophisticated ... you are the white, thin notes of mellow guitars searching through moonlit patios. In the name of the twisted white sands of Mexico -- send me your phone number!

--Don Dixit
Pseudonym not on Dec 14 list

Cinque
El Tigre.

I wuz sitting by Glooming Gus in Wash Park where he stands lookin over the "Don't Shove" monument when I sees a guy reading thu Daily Moroon'n weeping! I sez to him "Y'aint readin' thu Whistle?" "Naw," sez he, "I wuz reflectin' on how they allus returns to the scene of their crimes!" "Huh!" I allows. "Yups" sez he, "Look!" "RETIRED PROFESSOR RETURNS TO THE CAMPUS."

After all -- It aint because we lack steam that the Whistle aint blown!"