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Cable Address:
WOSIMPSON
COBRE Y BRONCE
EN TODAS SUS
FORMAS.

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W.O. SIMPSON,
Manufacturers' Agent.
P.O. BOX 1277-APARTADO.
TEL. ERICSSON 14-08-11
AV. TAMAULIPAS No. 51
MEXICO, D. F.
March 23, 1943.

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CODES:
BENTLEYS.
WESTERN UNION.
5 LETTER EDITION.

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Miss Florence Arquin,
C/o Benjamin Franklin Library,
Mexico, D.F.

Dear Miss Arquin:

Do you know that pestiferous, insidious and nauseous curse of CANCER is claiming 150,00 useful American lives annually! Do you know that Medical Science is vauntingly impotent to check this terrible sacrifice of human lives. Do you know that modern profligated youth falls victims to cancer more than ever before! Along with other genetic, congenital, constitutional, or acquired causes, drink, drug, tobacco, and licentiousness constitute the provocative factors of carcinogenesis! If you would have your soul moved to intense commiseration, visit a cancer ward, where the cadaverous pestilence impregnates the atmosphere and where those who enter lose all hope. Cancer in its initial stages may be cured, but once it grabs ahold of a vitiated system, there is no cure at present and there is a reason. Opportune diagnosis is the great panacea, but this is so hard to control.

Would you if you could contribute toward the suppression and amelioration of this horrible human affliction? Here is an opportunity to do so:

YOUNG WOMENN, BEWARE!

Paint the following picture for public exhibition- 

In a poverty stricken room, a young woman about twenty three, is sitting before a disjointed wooden table, on which there is an empty bottle of some cheap liquor, glaring into empty space. She has a half-consumed cigarette hanging listlessly from her mouth. Both of her breasts are exposed, from one of which there is a terribly emaciated baby of about two or three months frantically suckling and the other breat invaded and tainted with cancer. The women is pale and her hair disheveled. Hanging on the wall a photo of an individual with a piece of crepon. 

The theme lands itself for a masterpiece. If you will undertake its execution, may God inspire you.

Respectfully,
WO Simpson

Transcription Notes:
There is handwriting on the top left that I am not sure what it says. Was also not entirely sure on how to reflect the different headings.