Fourway Farm,
February 16, 1935.

Dear Ab,

It is a surprising thing to me that any son of mine should show sines of running cunning. Mostly the James clan is blunt and out right in their speech and dealings.

But after me telling you twice in no uncertain terms hat I refuse to give you or any man any political advise you go and come at me on a side wind and up and ask me what is my idear of political parties in genril.

Well, Ab, if that aint exackly asking political advice its that near it no one bar a expert could tell the differ.

Anyways I find meself in a possision to be able to give you a plane and strait forward answer. And when you ask me what I know about political parties in genril the answer is – Nothink.

There ain’t but one political party that I belonged to, Ab, since I come to the age of resin. You might almost call it a secret political society. Its meetings and debates are never published in the press, the public never knows to what ends and aims it is going to swing its support and its voting strength.

This here political party of which I write is as near being the ideal as any body of the kind can hope to get. Its officials have absoloot and undying trust in one another, its records show an unblemished record of reserloosions passed unanimous and debates without one voice raised in protest dispute of criticism.

It stands in no fear of tales after school or whispering behind door, compromise is unknown in its ranks; but its members is honest, fair-minded and full of brotherly love, for it is no more nor less than the great James Party whose membership is limited to one and what beleeves in itself and little but itself first, last and all the time.

Sich, my boy, is the great Jas. James Political Party now reveeled to the light of day for the first and last time in history, and anything I may have let out unbeknownst as to its inner workings and privit deliberations I would ask you to keep under your hat.

You may of course regard what I have wrote her as jist so much eye wash, bunk and ballyhoo sich as you might gleen from the gush of glorious wisdom ishuing from the multi-mouthed mermydoms of the other grate political parties. But read it again, lad, and if your views is still the same I think you better become a Single Taxer or a Douglas Crediter or something nice and comforting like that.

Be that as it may, things is much the same at the old country seat.

Love from all at home.

Your aff. father.
JAS. JAMES

"Den"
Herald, 16 February 1935, p6