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[[label attached over preprinted header]] JUNIOR

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^ Dear Mother Majorie [sic].
True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare.
False friends are like (Cos) Autum [sic] leaves found everywhere.
Your Son
Gaston. 
1412 Cleveland St. Houston.

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[[top left]] ^ M. Sanders 

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^ Dear Neice [sic]:
The hands of a clock move, but they move in a circle, so direct the movements of your hands into the channels of usefulness.
Sincerely your Uncle
Leslie Patton
2605 Cochron St.
Dallas, Tex.

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