Just four weeks ago I mailed you two photographs like the enclosed from Bread Loaf³, addressed to you personally and wrapped in a sheet of note paper marked "for Publicity."

Don't you think some clerk may have thrown it aside in opening the mail, thinking the photographs press agent stuff? There is surely some absent-minded and impulsive person connected with the mailing department, who does awfully kind things at the wrong time and makes me a lot of trouble. Someone sent twenty pounds of the "Bright Medusa"⁴ to Paris⁵, you remember, when I had given careful and clear directions to have the books held at your office until my return. Now, the stationary⁶ I hoped to find ready for me on my return has been shipped to New Brunswick⁷. It will be held in Customs, which is open only in the morning, so it will cost me a whole working-day to get this package out of customs, after which I must mail it back to New York⁸ immediately, paying duty on it both ways! It's foolish to make people so much trouble for nothing—merely from bad management. Please scold your mail department! Have them send a telegram at my expense asking me if I want anything I else sent on to me, when there's any doubt. I asked you to keep the stationary and the dies[?] for me until I got back to town. I don't wonder you forget—you have many details to remember—but your shipping clerk ought to have been sure I wanted the paper before he sent it out of the United States⁹. This is a long tirade, but it n such mistakes make such useless bother.

Please send me by mail (not registered) 2 dozen Premo Film packs, 2 ¹/₂ x 4 ¹/₂ inches. I hope you can get them off to me the day you get this letter, as all mail processes are slow up here². The boat brings in mail only three times a week.

I'll manage the returns[?] when I get back to town—about Sept 15^th.