way he makes his period, after the initial, and the bold, yet artistic, way he marks the page with a consistency of the pen. There is a constrained, or controlled force at work that comes out in his hand that shows a concentration of many years in thought and appreciation of things beautiful. Mr. Whitworth, Bill, has a similar hand but there is a lovely lightness to the touch of how he puts words on a page. Where Lewis puts down words, Bill’s are made up of gentle characters and letters. This is difficult to describe, since there is something jazzy about the way Bill puts down the words, and some kind of simple honesty that in its sophistication belies the many hours he spends with the pencil in considered address to the subject before him. How the hand shows this as a wide, broad, and gifted view with humor would take a true reader of hand-writing and signature to determine. Certainly, both men display an originality that is born of tradition, and the inspiration of gift available through the grace of God and help of man. The Alan Paton “Cry the Beloved Country” was inscribed over to my father Lawrence Menkin by a man who worked at what was called The United Crusade. This gift of the book was given to my father, who gave me the book, because he had adapted the work to radio when it was originally published. His co-worker at The United Crusade in San Francisco was a good friend of the author Mr. Paton. The book had the dust jacket. The Edgar Rice Burrough’s books were hardbacks, about four of them, and a few had the dust jackets tucked inside the hardback front cover. I found the books in a paper box in the storage area of the Pacific Palisades Youth Center when I was a teenager and worked at the snack bar making hamburgers and serving ice cream cones Carnation Pistachio was my favorite). As I said, the works were autographed in fountain pen by the author, his wife, and whom we guessed was his agent. Someone had just given the books to the youth center for the young people to read or take home. This was around 1963. The ink used in the autographs (no inscription) was color ink and there were three pens. All were fountain pens and they were signed first with the author’s name, then his wife below his name, and below theirs the third name. The “we” were the people who could only guess who was the third signer of the books, though we never did ask anyone in authority who would know the mystery signer’s identity. I am trying to remember the titles of the books. I think they were Tarzan books, but if I remember the stories, they had characters with hair all over their bodies and with tails. These were humans. Both the husband and wife had hair on their bodies and they had tails. Like many people, I have a fascination with beautiful things and how rare items can be just out there in the world. You can imagine my distress at losing these things, including the paperback inscribed by the editor of ‘The Atlantic.‘” Mr. Whitworth is now Editor Emeritus of the magazine, so I read in that publication. (CAPTION) Church of Our Saviour, Mill Valley, California Photo: Rick White ©2004