Skip to content

Secure Checkout

Website Secured with 256-bit TLS Encryption
Subtotal: $7,013.00
Shipping: $98.99
$0.00
Donation Amount: $0.00
Total: $7,111.99
2 - 8 days
2 - 15 days

All fields are required unless marked optional.

Add Shipping Note
  • Visa
  • Mastercard
  • American Express
  • Discover
  • Paypal
  • Apple Pay
  • Google Pay

Verified and Secured. Guaranteed.

Website Secured with 256-bit TLS Encryption
Please select your payment method from the following list:
Click the button to checkout with PayPal.
You will be charged $7,111.99 when completing this purchase.

Cart Totals

Subtotal: $7,013.00
Shipping: $98.99
: $0.00
Donation Amount: $0.00
Total: $7,111.99

You are about to purchase:

Correspondence of William Harrison Westall and Emily I. “Pink” Justice Westall, of Asheville, Buncombe County, North Carolina – Family of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, with family photographs, and ephemeral material, 1878 – 1903

Correspondence of William Harrison Westall and Emily I. “Pink” Justice Westall, of Asheville, Buncombe County, North Carolina – Family of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, with family photographs, and ephemeral material, 1878 – 1903 by (North Carolina - Westall Family)

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $4.00
Details
$3,750.00
( US$)
Seller: Michael Brown Rare Books, LLC
Title
Correspondence of William Harrison Westall and Emily I. “Pink” Justice Westall, of Asheville, Buncombe County, North Carolina – Family of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, with family photographs, and ephemeral material, 1878 – 1903
Author
(North Carolina - Westall Family)
Seller
Michael Brown Rare Books, LLC (United States)
Description
The collection contains 126 letters, 377 manuscript pages, 7 manuscript essays, 19 pages, and one Christmas card, sent to his Westall cousins by Thomas Wolfe, manuscript sentiment in his hand. The collection also includes over 165 Westall – Justice family photographs, from the 1880's – 1940s, including carte-de-visite, cabinet cards, boudoir cards, snapshots, large format studio portraits, as well as press photographs. The bulk of the images have been identified by a Westall family member in ink on the verso of the images, identifying the sitters. The collection includes 60 related ephemeral items. The correspondence comprises the courtship letters of William Harrison Westall and Emily I. "Pink" Justice. The collection also includes letters to Emily from family members and other suitors. Westall and Justice were both born in Swannanoa, North Carolina, but at the time of their courtship were both living in Asheville. Westall was working, and Justice was a student at Asheville Female College. Westall would become the maternal uncle of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, and like his older sister, Julia, Wolfe's mother, displayed similar traits of character. He was confident, assertive, determined, persistent, and a bit obsessive. Westall faced opposition from Emily's parents in his courtship in part due to some of these traits. Emily's parents at one point sent her away to visit relatives in Tennessee and effectively banned Westall from their home shortly before their marriage. All of this only served to increase Westall's determination to succeed in his suit. Another source of friction between the young couple was the number of additional "sweethearts" and suitors interested in Emily's attentions. William Harrison Westall was born May 16, 1863, in Swannanoa, Buncombe County, North Carolina. He was the sixth of eleven children (Henry Addison, Sam, Sally, Julia Elizabeth Westall Wolfe1 – (the mother of Thomas Wolfe, American author), William Harrison, Lee, Mary, Crockett, Elmer, and Greely) born to Martha Anne Penland and Thomas Casey Westall, a farmer and builder. On both sides he was descended from pioneer families of western North Carolina. He married Emily I. Justice (1863-1942) of Buncombe County, North Carolina. The couple had at least two sons. William Harrison Westall ran a successful building supply and lumber company and helped supply the raw materials during Asheville, North Carolina's growth from the early 1880's through the early 20th century after the arrival of the Western North Carolina Railroad. William H. Westall even supplied materials to Biltmore, in Asheville. Westall's older brother James Manassas Westall (1861-1943) was a prominent building contractor in Asheville during this period. 1. Julia Elizabeth Westall Wolfe (1860-1945), the mother of Thomas Wolfe was born on a farm in Swannanoa, nine miles east of Asheville. The fourth of eleven children of Martha Anne Penland and Thomas Casey Westall, a farmer and builder. She was educated at Judson College in Hendersonville, she taught school for a time but stopped when she married William Oliver Wolfe on January 14, 1885. The couple resided in Asheville, where their eight children were born: Leslie, 1885-86; Effie Nelson (Gambrell), 1887-1950; Frank C., 188-1956; Mabel (Wheaton), 1890-1958; twins Grover Cleveland , 1892-1904, and Benjamin Cleveland, 1892 -1918; Frederick William, 1894-1980; and Thomas Clayton 1900-1938. In 1906, Mrs. Wolfe bought for $ 6,500 a boardinghouse at 48 Spruce Street, which she operated until her death. The house was called the Old Kentucky Home by its former owner, it was the Dixieland of Look Homeward Angel, and Of Time and the River. The house was purchased by the State of North Carolina in 1975 as a historic site, it was then opened to the public as the Thomas Wolfe Memorial. In his novels Wolfe provided a largely autobiographical account of his family's life from the turn of the century on. Julia Wolfe became the fictional Eliza Gant, a small, compact, and persevering woman, determined to keep her family together and manage fer boarding house in spite of marital discord and tragedies such as the deaths of her sons Grover and Ben. An able talker with a remarkable memory, she provided her son with much raw material for his novels and short stories, Her talents in business, not only in running the boardinghouse but also in real estate purchases and sales, eld to the family's relative affluence; thus Thomas was able to attend a private preparatory school and the University of North Carolina. After her husband's death Mrs. Wolfe continued her business interests and was able to provide financial aid for her son, then teaching at New York University and traveling in Europe. When she lost much of her capital in the Florida real estate crash of the 1920s, which was followed by the great depression in Asheville, she had to depend mainly on her boardinghouse for income. As he son's books became famous, she in turn became noted as the real-life matriarch of the fictional Gants. From the early 1930s onward, her boardinghouse drew literary pilgrims to Asheville. A close bond existed between Julia Wolfe and her son Thomas from childhood until his death, and some commentators have traced similar traits of character, such as a prodigious memory, ambition, verbal power, and determination. Their correspondence, which spanned thirty years, illumines one of the most moving mother-son relationships in American literary history. Always a champion of her son's writing, Mrs. Wolfe became ever more so after his death. She often traveled to various parts of the country giving informal talks on his early life and influences. She was buried in the family plot at Asheville's Riverside Cemetery. https://www.ncpedia.org/biography/wolfe-julia-elizabeth Sample Quotes: "Swannanoa, N.C. Aug., 9th, 1881 [to Emily I. Justice, Asheville, NC] "Miss Pink, … I thought I would write you a few lines this morning … Miss Adina has been up for a week she is going home in the morning we had preaching last night at the Depot I would like to know if you ar still in the notion of going to Flatcreek campmeeting. There were a party talking of going to Black mountain this week but they gave out the idea we will all go in September I want you to go I enjoyed the picnic very much I think that I will come to Beaver dam church before very long I want you to let me know when there will be preaching Herre … T.E.W." "Oct. 12th, 1882 [Asheville] Dearest Emily, It is with feelings of real pleasure that I take up my pen to write you a few lines. It is a privilege for which I feel very much under obligations to you for being so kind as to grant me. I shall take much pleasure in being able to communicate to you my secret thoughts & desires, hopes & joys, pleasures & expectations, and in short I shall burden you with all that I could wish a very dear friend to know. I anticipate much pleasure from our correspondence & shall do my best to make it agreeable to you. I have long felt a deeper interest in you than you have any idea of. I anticipate with pleasure the day when I can feel assured that you do hold an interest in my future welfare & happiness. How much regard I have for you, you do not know. It is not in my nature to express much of my real feelings. I may entertain a very high opinion of an individual, but I am not the one to express it unequivocally. It is contrary to my nature, temperament and disposition, and I can no more rebel against these than swim against the cataract of Niagara. Emily, you and I have long been friends in the common acceptance of the term "friend," but may I express the fond hope that our friendship may be placed on a higher nobler plane than it ever was before. May I always hope we may be friends in the most aesthetic sense of the term and not simply what the vulgar unthinking world terms friends. We will know each other; We will understand each other even if the outside world considers us as merely acquaintances. I have my faith in life to carve out myself' I have to attain success by my own efforts; My bark drifts lonely on the the turbid waters of life's rapid deeprolling currents with only me to send up heartfelt wishes for its success in the perilous voyage of life, with only me to shed a silent heart rendering tear should it meet its destruction amidst the shoals & breakers which ever surround weak mortals in this voyage. I say "only me" because in the seeming friends of earth can be placed but little reliance. May I hope that in this ocean of life I may have one in whom I can place the utmost confidence, in whose faith I can have the most unbounded reliance, to whom I can turn when clouds overcast my path & all seems dark & dreary, when the world casts a frowning glance upon me, and hear her sympathizing voice in accents gentle and sweet bid me look upward and onward … Darling I love you! Why need I seek to hide it longer? … Remember our promise to each other not to show our letters to any one. Be sure & keep it, I will. .. H" "Bakersville, N.C. Dec. 27th 82 Dearest Pink, I don't know that you care much about hearing from me, but I want to hear from you and although I may be in Asheville before very long, don't want you to forget me entirely while I am away… I left A Thursday morning took dinner with my sister in Marion and started home that afternoon. Something was going on nearly every night – when I was here before, but have not enjoyed it much this time. Skated a little one or two days ago, and went to a party last night and had the exquisite pleasure once more of running against a sewing machine agent – "It was said" (as the legends go) that those awful fellows were so thick here once that a tree fell on a windy day and killed fourteen. That thinned them out a good deal but enough are left to be in the way of organ agents. I sold one organ the day before leaving Asheville and Prof Folk, who is working with me sold one … Father is going to build a printing office soon and has made arrangements to publish a Free Will Baptist paper for the Free Will Baptist association in connection with the one he already publishes … Bradley S. Worthen" 'Asheville, N.C. March 16thm 1883 Miss Pink, There will be an entertainment , or a show, in the Opera Hall, at the Court House to night, and if the weather is favorably, [sic] and you would like to go; I would be pleased to accompany you there. And if you can go I will call by for you at seven o'clock … Wm. H. Westall" "Asheville, N.C. Aug. 1st, 1883 Miss Pink, Dearest One you may be greatly surprised by getting this letter and it will not be anything very strange if you should be surprised. Your refusing to kiss me good night has caused me to suffer greatly. Oh! I am feeling so badly I can not sleep a wink to night, and as the clock strikes one, my mind is like a ship on a stormy sea, tossing, reeling and blown about, by a wind of disappointment; I say disappointment because it was a great disappointment to me, in bidding you good-night without a kiss as I have had a kiss nearly every time of late, when parting with Miss Pink. I am one who honestly, truthfully and candidly love you, and you have said that you loved me; told me not once, nor twice, but a great many times that you surely loved me and no one else, and that I was the only one that you ever did love, well, I believed that you did think and do think yet, a great deal of me, and perhaps did about half-way love me, but refusing to kiss me, when there was no excuse at all: twelve o'clock at night; when there was no one about; is very plain proof that you do not think so much of me. I do not know why it is that I have fallen so deeply in love with you, when you (as it seems to me) can not love me. You are waring a ring as an "engagement ring" and then you refuse to kiss me; one who you claim to be engaged to, and one who you say that you love, what is the matter? Now, Miss Pink: I truly and honestly love you, God being my judge, and it makes me feel very bad to think that you do not care so much for me. May you prove to me that you do think a great-deal of me and I hope you will never refuse to kiss me again on an occasion like tonight, when there was no excuse only that you did not want to. Wy did you ever kiss me? Was it because I asked and insisted on it? Or was it because you was kissing one who you loved? People sometimes kiss others who they do not love but I do not believe that any young lady ought ever to kiss a young man who she does not love but a young lady kissing a young man who she truly loves I don't think there is anything wrong in it. I never heard of a young lady refusing to kiss one she loves, when there was no excuse for not doing so, and you refusing to kiss me, under the circumstances tonight, puzzles me very much and I would like to have the puzzle unraveled. I am sure there would not be any harm in you kissing me; even if you do not love me, for I can assure you that no one will ever know it by me telling them, and as far as anything else is concerned you need never have any fear, if I know myself. I, of course will come again tomorrow night as I agreed, and if you should not get this letter before then, perhaps I will not mention this subject, or anything in regard to you refusing to kiss me, but whenever you do get this letter answer me either by letter or personal conversation. For I want a reconing [sic] soon in regard to your manners towards me for the last two or three weeks, you never refused to kiss me since you first kiss me until of late, so there seems to be something rong [sic] somewhere, and I would like to know where it is and what it is. Please excuse this letter, for I am feeling so very badly that it is nearly utterly impossible for me to write anything in a systematic or in a grammatical style. I will still add a few more lines; saying, I can not believe that you know how much I love you, or you would not treat me as you have. If it was possible for me to express by words how much I love you I would gladly do so, but there is not words in the English language, by which I could express my love for you. Ever since I had the pleasure of meeting you there has been a fire of love kindled in my heart, and it has been burning, slowly, continuously and warmly ever since, and all that is lacking to make it an unceasing and everlasting flame to burn forever, is a little breeze of love from your heart; and may you soon send that breeze of true love, so that it may ease my aching heart. Hoping that you may explain how you feel in regard to what I have said, I will close by saying, be careful to never let any one get their fingers on this letter. The clock has struck two in the morning and I to bed must go. … W. H. Westall" "Asheville, N.C. Sept. 29th, 1883 Dearest One - I thought I would write you a few lines as I am going to Morganton this evening and perhaps will not get back until Tuesday next. I would so much like to have you go with me, but I suppose you would not like to go so far alone with me; as you are so much afraid of people talking about you going trips with me alone; and as we would be gone three or four days. But I certainly would like to have you go with me, as I shall not enjoy the trip without your company. I hope you will enjoy yourself Sunday, if I am so far away from you. It is like pulling eye teeth to me to be absent from you just one Sunday if I am with you so much during the week. I don't wish you any harm, but I do wish it would go as hard with you to spend one Sunday without being with me., as it dose [sic] go hard with me; In other words I wish you loved me as I do you, and then you would take it very hard to spend one Sunday without being with me. You may think you do love me as much or more than I do you but I think you are mistaken though it may be so, but I think it hardly possible. If I should not get back Tuesday I will write you and let you know about it … W. H.W." "Asheville, N.C. January 3d, 1884 Loved One:- May I ask you to neither get offended, nor vexed at the insanity shown in my frequent letters. I have a reason for writing this one as well as for all I have written you. The object of this letter, is to tell you my dream of last night. It was about you, of course; and as all of my daily thoughts are of you, so are my dreams. I will just state the particulars of the dream, for if I should try to teel it all, it would take a great deal of paper, and sometime to tell it … First; I thought you came to see me, purposely to explain to me for the way you had treated me while I was sick; I thought you explained everything satisfactory; but I told you that in all our court-ship, I never had been led to believe you truly loved me, I doubted your sincerity; I thought you then looked me in the face, tears came into your eyes, rolled down your sweet cheeks and that you throwed your arms around my neck, kissed me and said: "God being my judge, I love you truly, and I am yours until death shall part us; love me else I die." O! darling; though it was a dream you cannot imagine the inexpressible ease of mind and of heart there was, when in that dream I saw the tears gushing from your eyes (something I never saw since I have known you) and when I thought you whispered in my ear, "I love thee truly; love me else I die. O Dear; I can see your lovely form in my imagination before me now, just as I saw you in the dream. The sadest thing of the dream is, it has added greatly to my misery, and suffering; The dream was to me: "Misery of Hell changed to the Happiness of Heaven" When I woke and found it all a dream, the happiness of the moment vanished. O, if I could only be convinced in reality, that you loved me in truth, as strongly as I was in the dream, then I would be more satisfied than I am. I am always saying that I am rendered so unhappy by my unbelief of your love. You say you love me, and I believe you do, but what I am crying about is, you do not love me as I do you; your love, affections for me is not strong enough. I have no doubt but what you think you could not love me more; you have said so any way; I think you are just mistaken. You know people sometimes are mistaken in some things. I hope I am in thinking that you do not love me as you ought to. Dear! It has been nearly a long week since I saw you, you think, if I care any thing at all for you I would come to see you at any time I want to without an invitation, that is a mistake, I have two or three reasons for demanding an invitation; I have already given you my reasons for not "calling" in so long a time – you are going to school; you say you have to study your lessons; how do I know whether you have any time apart from your books? I am not much to impose on any one, if I know it, and especially on the one I love. Darling, we have been engaged for some time, and there should not be any doubts in either of us, of our love and sincerity, if we ever expect to march up to the matrimonial altar together. … Wm. H. W." "Asheville, N. C., February 29th, 1884 Miss Pink, Dear: I am not dead, but liveth, and don't expect to die while I see others living. I imagine I see you to night, mourning and weeping because I am not by your side; Then again, I imagine I see you sitting around the fireside in the family room, or upstairs, singing songs of praises, enjoying yourself just as well, or better, than if I were with thee. You asked me the other night, "if I would come again Friday night," and I answered, "I would"; this is Friday night, and I have just returned from your house, did not get disappointed seeing you, but I imagine you are ready to dispute me when I say I have seen you tonight, nevertheless it is so, I did not get disappointed in seeing you, I saw you at a short distance, in a lighted room in the second story of a house' now the reason why I had the great pleasure of seeing you and you not me, was there was no light in the window for me. You remember I have said to you that when you were expecting me (at any rate when I thought you were) if there should be no light in the window for me, if when I get in sight of your house, and do not see a light in the south window I then suppose you are either not expecting me or you don't care whether I come or not it always makes me feel as if my presents are not desirous on your part: can you blame me? I guess you do but Oh Dear, do not if you please. You know my nature very well, and instead of blaming me for my faults you should try to improve them, that is if you truly love me, and expect to some day be joined in matrimony with me. You, of course did not expect me to night or you would have had a "light in the window" or you did not want me; you know it is very hard for me to think you don't enjoy my company, but still I am forced to think some thing, what do you suppose it is? It is this, I have been going to see you too often; staying too long when I do go; nearly every time I have been at your house at night you have, at a very late hour, begged me to go home, as you are not allowed to stay up very late bed time. I hope you will excuse one who loves you dearly and I will try to do better in the future. I cannot blame you for telling me your bed time, I cannot blame you for asking me to go home when I am imposing on you, when you are wanting to close your eyes in sleep. Why I did not come tonight was I did not think you were expecting me; and I do not want to go any where, not being expected; though I can not see why you did not expect me … Wm. H. Westall …" "Asheville, N.C. March 26th, 1884 Dear Pink, I feel tonight as if I could write you a long letter, and it is my duty to do so, yet I can not write very much, not in the right mood. I feel very mean for acting as I did last night, being so provoking as I was, you said, you hoped I would not always be so, I hope so too, and I promis you now, that I will never do anything in the future which would cause you any unpleasant feelings. I fear you are feeling badly over the way I acted, and treated you last night, so I write these few lines to let you know that I have repented, making a resolution to never do so again; never to do, say or act in any way which would not please you. I know I am a perfect fool some times, and you must not get any ways offended at me I would feel a great deal better to night, if I thought everything was right. Some day I hope you will understand me, to know my heart, then I know you will love me as I do you. Fearing that I left you last night feeling very unpleasant, I make the promis, never to do so again, knowing that I am a sinful wretch I will close. … W. H. Westall …" "Grafton, N.M. 6/7 1884 Miss Justice, … As you say fishing and hunting are very pleasant, but I prefer to take mine with out the broken arm… If you could have seen me coming into town. I fear you would not have felt proud of your correspondent. I had a young deer tied behind my saddle, and two big turkeys in front of me my clothing was considerably the worse for acquaintance with rocks and bushes, blood and deer hair. A very dusty face covered with a months growth of beard was shaded by a wide slouch hat. I carried a ten pound repeating rifle large six shooters and butcher knife and wore two cartridge belts one for the rifle the other for the revolvers. In fact I presented so disreputable an appearance that when I caught the first glimpse of myself in a mirror I instinctively reached for my revolver to defend myself. We planted our first man in Grafton today, a cowboy who undertook to lay out one of our Grafton boys who is only about 20 years old, and got left. The fight occurred in a horse corral after dark so the shooting was all guess work, both emptied their six shooters, one bullet grazed Charlie's temple, and another passed through his shirt burning the skin a little. Mr. Cowboy got two through the body, and one horse was killed. The fellow said before he died that Charlie was a "good one" and not at all to blame. Charlie has not been arrested and I don't suppose he will be he is known to be quiet and peaceable while the other fellow styled himself a bad man from Texas, and refused to give his name even after he knew he was dying. The men he was with called him yaller because he had very light hair and rode a yellow horse. They went off and left him for the boys in town to care for and when told he was dead sent back word to bury him in a blanket. We buried him without ceremony in a rough pine box but I suppose he will sleep as soundly as if laid in a silver mounted casket, and a two hours sermon preached over him, he was well cared for while he lived but Charlie who followed him to the grave wore the only solemn face I saw there… Jas B. Taylor" Asheville, N.C. Sept. 27, 1884 "Miss Pink, I am compelled to go this evening to the city of Hickory N.C. will start in about an hour; Will return next Monday or Tuesday Very sorry to go and be absent from you, even so short a time. Would be glad to have you go with me, but circumstances won't allow it this time. Please don't forget me until I return and thine shall be the prases world without end. William Harrison W" Asheville, N.C. March 18th, 1885 Miss Pink Justice, Dear Friend, Your long looked for letter just to hand; I had just about come to the conclusion that you did not care enough to write to me, I have been weeping, wailing, and pawing the earth since you left, after hearing what I have of your departure from the Asheville Depot; I have been made to understand that you caught a beau the morning you left A – and that your beau laughed at you being so badly struck with him. The beau was a Mr. Tom Ray, whom you met at the Depot, introduced to you by your brother, It was said that before the train left, Mr. Ray had forgotten your name, and spoke of you as "that fast girl" he told a friend of his, that you had told your brother to ask him to sit with you in the train to Parrottsville said you was badly mashed; I think if all this is so, you were badly mashed; it seems very strange, that as soon as you get out of my eyesight, you will act in any such manner. I can hardly believe this; still at some times I cannot help from thinking but what it must be so, I am feeling very badly over it, still I am not going to die, and you must not think so, I am compelled to believe you love me a little, if you give me entirely up. I am both sorry and glad that you are not contented with your new home, and if you want to come back, I will come after you ar any time you will meet me at Parrottsville; could I come down some Sunday leaving Asheville Sunday morning, and come backwith you in the evening, the same day, if so I would rather do that than visiting your Aunts, as it is so far from the Depot, If I could go and return the same day it would be much better, then I would not loose any time, please let me know how it is; I will be so glad to see you back in Asheville once again, if you don't think so very much of me I have not been contented at any time since you left, I walked all over Asheville Sunday, had no where to go, no place to lay my head, I was a miserable boy; I would not spend another such Sunday for the whole world. I wish you could love me so that you would be perfectly contented with me, so that you would be perfectly contented with me, so that you would never think of traying to catch another beau, it seems as though you wanted to travel the world over to see if you could find some one who is better, handsomer, and more of a "big bug" than I, it may be when you travel over the world more you will come to the conclusion that I am about as good a boy as you could ever find. I have become a little wreckless since you left me, still I will never cease to love you it matters not where you go or how long you stay. Suppose I should go away for my health to be gone six months and should ask a young lady to sit with me in the train and make her think, I was badly mashed on her, how would you like it, I don't get guess you would like it very much, so it is with me, but I can't help myself; I have had two teeth filled, and I still love you. … Wm. H. Westall …" "Asheville, N.C. March 26th, 1885 Miss Pink Justice, My Dearest One, Yours just to hand, conveying to me the sad and shiking [sic] fact, that you had not as yet, received a line from me, since you left Asheville. Dear, after waiting a long weary and toilsome week I received a long and interesting letter from you which I answered by return mail.. I have now been looking for an answer, and instead, I get a letter giving me a raking for not writing to you… I cannot blame you for feeling sad and lonesome, if you think very much of me, but I am surprised at you not coming home if you are so lonesome and sad. I wrote you in my other letter that if you were not pleased and home sick, and wished to return home, I would come after you anytime. It hurts me to think you are not enjoying yourself… I will not advise you to come home if you don't want to; as badly as I want to see you, for if you could gain your health as you once had it, it would be the best thing you could do, and you and I would be the more happier. If the place is such as you describe I don't think you will improve very much … William H. Westall" "Asheville, N.C. April 3d, 1885 Dear Pink, Yours just to hand, and I cannot tell you how very glad I am to hear from you, after waiting so long for a letter, I had just about come to the conclusion that you had met with someone who you could think more of, than I and had given up the idea of writing again. I was very much surprised at you putting off coming home so long; as you seemed to be so anxious and home sick; I expected that you would write me to come at once for you, instead of putting it off three long weeks, but I suppose you are very well contented now; judging from the way you write; you say for me not to tell your people about you coming home, that they don't want you to come; and that you are not pleasing them now, that it is I, that you are trying to please; well; I am very glad to hear you say that; but I have one thing to say, it is this; If you are contented in Tenn, and you think by you staying there is summer it will be the meanes of you regaining your health I would advise you to stay Don't come back to A – just to please me I would rather you would stay if it is your pleasure to do so, and you get well by so doing, still I will be glad when you by so doing; still I will be glad when you are in A again where I can see you when ever I want to, you did not say whether or not you were or not you were getting better; I suppose you are, or you would have been complaining. I don't want you to come back and then say it was I that brought you, otherwise you would have remained in Tenn and improved your health. If you think it best for you to stay, I would advise you to stay. I have stood your absence one long month and have to stand it three week longer … I have gotten so I can view every thing in a reasonable manner, and I don't my feelings to cause me to advise you any other way than what would be best for you. … It occurred to me that I would not like to spend any time in Tenn if it is such a lonesome place as you say it is; therefore I thought when you got ready to come home. I would arrange it so that I could start on the train here in the morning and return with you in the afternoon, the same day getting to Asheville at sun down; so I selected Sunday for the day, so it would not interfere with my business. I suppose I can go to Bridge Port and back in the same day, making the connections with trains, you know more about that than I, as you have gone over it. You seem to think that I surely have by this time caught another sweet heart … it seems to me if you cared very much for me and thought I would likely get another sweet heart after you left A you would not have gone, and after having gone it seems to me as though you would not put off coming home, but would take up the cross and come at once. … W. H. W." "Asheville N.C. July 21st, 1885 Miss Pink Justice, Dear Friend, I have just returned home from the Div. room and read your letter of inquiry. I am surprised at you not knowing why I have not been down. As you know, last Wednesday night, when I was at your house, your Mother ordered you to bed at half past nine o'clock, which was only to let me understand that I was not welcome there; so where I am not welcome I shall not go. I suppose your mother is mad with me on account of me telling what I did about your uncle; If I should have made, and told what I did, and could not prove it, there would be some reason in her getting mad but all of what I told came from a true source, and can be proved, besides other smutty things. If your Mother or any one else gets mad with me for telling what I have told, will just have to get mad I can not help it, and I don't care, while I can not blame you with anything, I can and will say, that I have been at your present home for the last time, unless it be under circumstances which I don't expect to look for now. I am grieved to think of how things terminated, and am very sorry, but it can not be helped now. I would be very glad to see you and have a long talk with you, but if I can not see you without coming to your present home, I will never see you; while now tears flow down my cheeks, I have made up my mind, not to place my self in a position where I would likely be insulted. I can not find fault with you, you can not help your surroundings, or responsible for what your kind people do, I once enjoyed life, but I can not say that I do now, for about two months I have not been satisfied with things in general, there will have to be a great change. If you can not meet me somewhere else, than at your present home, I don't know when you will get to see me surrounding circumstances are such. I heard of your thinking of going off, and am glad you did not go; There are a great many things I want to ask you but I will wait until I see you … Wm. H. W. …" "Asheville, N.C., November 18th, 1885 Miss Pink, Dearest One, I write you a few lines to night but have nothing strange or special to say, only that I am feeling so blue, and lonesome that I can not content myself anywhere or at anything. I have tried to read, but am so blue I can not interest myself reading any thing; so I concluded I would spend a few minutes writing you a short letter. You have of late, several times, complained of me not writing "good" letters as I once did. Now: if I could always feel as I do to night, when writing to you, you never again would complain of me not writing you "good" letters for if I should be lost to final words with which to do it. If I were now, by your side I could show you better than I could tell you any way. I have been, as you know, very unsettled in my mind and feelings for some little time, but to night, I feel as though "all is well" and settled as far as I know or am concerned. For the last year, we have had troubles and differences of many kinds: my hopes tonight are, that all such is past, and gone, to come no more, and for the future I hope that our troubles, if any, will be "little ones" It has not been very long ago since, when troubled, I looked forward, and hoped for the day to arrive, when I would have forgotten you: when all feelings of love would have gone, and vanquished my troubled and unsettled mind, but O now what a wide difference, what a almost sudden change has come, I now look forward to the day when we will be happy with each other I hope you and I will never again do anything or act so as to offend the other. I wish I could have seen you to night I would not be feeling so blue I am going the "appointed time sure" sure, Friday night, look for me, and try to be glad to see the one you so much -------- ? Don't mourn or grieve, but be merry over all things smile brightly, smile on me as you never did before, and the praises shall be yours forever. I would write more but for the lack of time, will have to close, excuse pencil writing and believe me, I beg you, to be the same, True Will" 'Asheville, N.C. January 15th, 1886 Darling Pink, In obedience to your command and my desire, I write you a few lines. While I write, the south wind is hissing and howling furiously, and threatening stormy weather; I am afraid we will have very disagreeable weather for quite a while yet. I will not be very surprised to see a deep snow on the ground tomorrow morning when I awake from my slumbering. I had quite a nice time last evening at the party I enjoyed myself as much as I could have, you not being there with me. I am very sorry circumstances were such that you could not go, for I am sure you too, would have had a good time. If you did miss this time, you shall not miss all, we will have a "good time" "one of these days" if nothing happens and you don't lose all hopes and confidence in me. While we have had so many "ups" and "downs", I can not help but think that things will be adjusted some day soon, and all then will be peace and happiness, I hope so any way. While I know you are talked to by your parents about me, which tends to make you mistrust me, and after so long a time, try to separate us, I can not help but think it will take more than human influence to part us, Those who have tried to separate us shall repent. I can not help but believe you have a feeling t''ward me that will never, never, die. Our court-ship has been quite a long one. We have had a hard time we have a great many times come near unto separating, but now I don't believe there is anything that will separate us but death. The best we make of this life, it is a hard one, let us try and do better in the future – trying to make each other more happier, and then we will be as inseparable as the Trinity. I will not get to see you before Sunday after noon at which time I am going to see you if I am run out of Doubleday Town … W. H. Westall" 'Asheville N.C. January 26th, 1886 Darling Pink … I am nearly dead to see you, and it is nearly death to me to wait until Sunday next before seeing you again. One week from you seems as a year to me. I heard that one of your old sweet-hearts" has been down to see you, but hope there is no truth in the report, still I can not help being a little uneasy. Can't you come up town one evening this week so that I may get one "peep" at you before Sunday? Do come and come around to see me, I will be more than glad to see you. Dear Do try and make me think that you Love me; if you do, don't be afraid to let people know it. (Don't you think I am crazy) If you do you are not much mistaken. I am so busy this evening and so tired that I can not think of any thing to write. … W.H.W." "Asheville N.C. Jan. 30th, 1886 Dear Pink, Your letter received this morning, was very glad to hear from you, but very sorry to have you accuse me of Lieing, [sic] you may get mad with me, and abuse me in any way you can, but to accuse me of "bare face" Lieing [sic] is a death blow to me; I would rather have you accuse me of anything else than Lieing [sic] I wrote you that I had heard that one of your old Sweet-hearts, had been down to see you; I did hear it, and I told you nothing else but the truth when I told you about , but had I known that you would "give me the Lie" about it, I would not have mentioned it at all, I don't believe I ever wrote you a letter without having something to quarrel about and should I live one hundred years I don't think it would be any better; you or I one always mad; Hell on earth and Hell hereafter. I would have come down last night but did not get your letter until this morning. I am feeling very badly this morning but can not help iyt. I will go down tomorrow after non and we will fight it out satisfactory no doubt. I did not go to see Rush last night or any one else, I am not "bad off" enough to go to see any one. Your abused Darling W.H.W."
The Allende Dossier

The Allende Dossier by Goerman, Robert A.

2 to 8 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: FREE
Details
$1,005.00
( US$)
Seller: Carpetbagger Books, ABAA
Title
The Allende Dossier
Author
Goerman, Robert A.
Seller
Carpetbagger Books, ABAA (United States)
Condition
Near Fine
Description
Brackenridge: Goerman Publishing Co, 1982. Paperback. Near Fine. Limited to 100 copies, signed and inscribed inside the front cover by Goerman to Tom Benson. Near Fine. Orange card covers faded a shade at the spine, lightly bumped and with a few very small spots of soiling. Firmly bound with two staples, clean internally. Goerman's investigation into the real identity of the Carlos Allende of the Philadelphia Experiment, with many photocopied items pointing to Allende's identity as Carl Allen. Seemingly scarce with no copies found for sale or in OCLC. From the collection of ufologist Tom Benson.
Selected Poems

Selected Poems by Smith, Clark Ashton

2 to 8 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: FREE
Details
$85.00
( US$)
Seller: Carpetbagger Books, ABAA
Title
Selected Poems
Author
Smith, Clark Ashton
Seller
Carpetbagger Books, ABAA (United States)
Condition
Near Fine
Description
Sauk City: Arkham House, 1971. First Edition. Hardcover. Near Fine/Near Fine. Near Fine in a Near Fine dust jacket, unclipped ($10.00), lightly toned. Black cloth with gilt lettering on the spine. Square and firmly bound, a few small stains at the fore-edge, clean internally. The first omnibus of Smith's poetry, a collection of more than five hundred selections.
Introduction to the Enemy (Original oversize photograph of Jane Fonda at an antiwar demonstration in Washington DC, 1974)

Introduction to the Enemy (Original oversize photograph of Jane Fonda at an antiwar demonstration in Washington DC, 1974) by Jane Fonda (subject, starring); J.P. Laffont (photographer); Haskell Wexler (director)

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $10.00
Details
$275.00
( US$)
Seller: Royal Books
Title
Introduction to the Enemy (Original oversize photograph of Jane Fonda at an antiwar demonstration in Washington DC, 1974)
Author
Jane Fonda (subject, starring); J.P. Laffont (photographer); Haskell Wexler (director)
Seller
Royal Books (United States)
Description
N.p.: N.p., 1970. Vintage oversize borderless photograph of actress Jane Fonda speaking into a microphone at an antiwar demonstration in Washington DC on May 10, 1970, issued in conjunction with the 1974 documentary film. With the stamp of Gamma photo agency and layout annotations in manuscript pencil on the verso. Fonda proved one of Hollywood's most prominent antiwar activists during the Vietnam era, and one of the period's more politically active celebrities, speaking out in support of the Black Panthers and the feminist movement, and working extensively with Vietnam Veterans Against the War. The same year, Fonda would tour with Fred Gardner and Arnold Sutherland in the Free The Army tour, an antiwar road show designed as a counterpoint to Bob Hope's USO shows. In July 1972, the actress would visit Hanoi with a group of activists, teachers, and pastors, recording a series of broadcasts on Hanoi Radio describing the events of her visit and criticizing US military policy-views which led to extensive backlash from many Americans, and earned her the nickname "Hanoi Jane" among many Vietnam servicemen. 12 x 8 inches. Very Good plus.
The Sweet Ride (Original photograph from the 1968 film)

The Sweet Ride (Original photograph from the 1968 film) by Jacqueline Bisset, Tony Franciosa, Michael Sarrazin, Bob Denver (starring); Harvey Hart (director); William Murray (novel); Tom Mankiewicz (screenwriter)

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $5.00
Details
$275.00
( US$)
Seller: Royal Books
Title
The Sweet Ride (Original photograph from the 1968 film)
Author
Jacqueline Bisset, Tony Franciosa, Michael Sarrazin, Bob Denver (starring); Harvey Hart (director); William Murray (novel); Tom Mankiewicz (screenwriter)
Seller
Royal Books (United States)
Description
N.p.: N.p., 1968. Vintage borderless reference photograph from the 1968 film, showing Jacqueline Bisset unhappily wearing only a bikini bottom in the ocean. Provenance stamp and layout annotations in manuscript ink and pencil on the verso. Based on the 1967 novel by William Murray. A tennis hustler, a surfer, and a musician live happily together at a beach house in Malibu, only to find their lives changed by the unexpected arrival of an aging starlet. Bisset would later describe her nude scene in the ocean as "miserable." Shot on location in Malibu and Hollywood. 7 x 9.5 inches. Near Fine.
Miscellaneous Works of the Late Thomas Young, M.D., F.R.S., &c., and one of the eight foreign associates of the National Institute of France . . . Including his scientific memoirs, &c., Edited by George Peacock, D.D. [vol. III: edited by John Leitch].

Miscellaneous Works of the Late Thomas Young, M.D., F.R.S., &c., and one of the eight foreign associates of the National Institute of France . . . Including his scientific memoirs, &c., Edited by George Peacock, D.D. [vol. III: edited by John Leitch]. by YOUNG, Thomas (1773-1829).

7 to 15 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $40.00
Details
$450.00
( US$)
Seller: Jeff Weber Rare Books
Title
Miscellaneous Works of the Late Thomas Young, M.D., F.R.S., &c., and one of the eight foreign associates of the National Institute of France . . . Including his scientific memoirs, &c., Edited by George Peacock, D.D. [vol. III: edited by John Leitch].
Author
YOUNG, Thomas (1773-1829).
Seller
Jeff Weber Rare Books (Switzerland)
Description
London:: John Murray, 1855., 1855. 3 volumes. Large 8vo. vi, 600; v, [1], 623, [1]; x, 625, [1] pp. 24 engraved plates [vol. I] plates numbered 52-66 [vol. II]; 5 folding plates of Egyptian hieroglyphs, [vol. III] + figures, errata; light foxing. Original full blind- and gilt-stamped cloth, with dark brown or burnt-orange endsheets; fully restored with recent rebacking in brown cloth, the original spines mounted; small paper spine labels (from Carnegie) removed. Embossed stamp of the Carnegie Institution of Washington, Mount Wilson Observatory. Signature of George E. Hale (vols. II & III). Very good+ set. INSCRIBED (TWICE) BY GEORGE ELLERY HALE. First edition of the author's collected works. One of the most remarkable persons of his time, he was a polyglot-polymath, engaged in many intellectual pursuits, achieving lasting recognition in the fields of ophthalmology, optics, chromatics, light & color, physics, linguistics and Egyptology. This collection of his writings also includes his papers relating to architecture, marine science (tides), astronomy, bridge construction, weights & measures, etc. / The most significant contribution here is clearly Young's studies of Egyptian hieroglyphs. See below for the record of Young's work at the very end of his life, working to understand the mysteries of hieroglyphs. His work was instrumental in deciphering the Rosetta Stone. Young and Jean-François Champollion were engaged in the effort, at first collaborating and soon distancing themselves. Champollion's translation was issued in 1822. "Subsequently, Young felt that Champollion was unwilling to share the credit for the decipherment. In the ensuing controversy, strongly motivated by the political tensions of that time, the British tended to champion Young, while the French mostly championed Champollion. Champollion did acknowledge some of Young's contribution, but rather sparingly." – Wikip. / "In 1801 he was appointed professor of Natural Philosophy at the Royal Institution, and as such delivered those remarkable lectures, which he published in two volumes quarto with the title "A Course of Lectures on Natural Philosophy and the Mechanical Arts." "They form altogether," says Dr. Peacock, "the most comprehensive system of natural philosophy, and of what the French call physics, that has ever been published in this country; equally remarkable for precision and accuracy in the enunciation of the vast multitude of propositions and facts which they contain, for the boldness with which they enter upon the discussion of the most abstruse and difficult subjects and for the addition or suggestion of new matter or new views in almost every department of philosophy." / "Dr. Young from the month of February, 1829, had suffered from what he considered repeated attacks of asthma, and was evidently uneasy at the state of his health. This gradually deteriorated. He had in the beginning of April great difficulty in breathing, with some discharge of blood habitually from the lungs, and was in a state of great weakness. He had completed all the works on which he was engaged, with the exception of the rudiments of an Egyptian Dictionary, which he had brought near to its completion, and which he was extremely anxious to be able to finish. It was then in the hands of the lithographers, and he not only continued to give directions concerning it, but laboured at it with a pencil when confined to bed, and unable to hold a pen." / "His last anxiety concerning the proceedings of one or two persons who had made him the object of reiterated attacks in consequence of being dissatisfied with the arrangements of the Nautical Almanac, was that nothing should go forth on his part to increase irritation, and when papers were sent him which went to enumerate and prove the errors into which these individuals had fallen, his desire was that they should be suppressed. His illness continued with some slight variations, but he was gradually sinking into greater and greater weakness until the morning of the 10th May, 1829, when he expired without a struggle, having hardly completed his fifty-sixth year. The disease proved to be ossification of the aorta. His remains were deposited in the vault of his wife's family at Farnborough in Kent." – Royal College of Physicians. REFERENCES: See: Frank Oldham, Thomas Young, M.D., F.R.S. (1773–1829), Physics Bulletin, Volume 5, Number 56, 1954. PROVENANCE: George E. Hale (1868-1938), noted California solar astronomer and astrophysicist – gave his personal (& family) library to the Carnegie Foundation, Mount Wilson Observatory, where he was its director.
No image available

[Framed Hand-Colored Copper Engraving] Lyme Hall in Cheshire, the Seat of Peter Legh, Esqr by Nates (or Nattes), John Claude. Engraver: William Watts

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $4.50
Details
$250.00
( US$)
Seller: White Fox Rare Books and Antiques
Title
[Framed Hand-Colored Copper Engraving] Lyme Hall in Cheshire, the Seat of Peter Legh, Esqr
Creator
Nates (or Nattes), John Claude. Engraver: William Watts
Seller
White Fox Rare Books and Antiques (United States)
Description
London (Chelsea): William Watts, 1786. First Edition. Framed and matted. John Claude Nates (or Nattes). The print (visible) is 16 by 21 cm. The pictorial part of the print: 12.5 by 18 cm. The frame: 35 by 40 cm. The frame is a somewhat elaborate production, with an outer band of blond painted wood, which rises to a narrower, more tradition, gilt molded piece. The matting is an off-white fabric, with a narrow inner gilt piece. The print is browned and foxed, with the picture itself consequently darkened a bit. The hand-coloring was done with considerable care but the color application was done with a light touch (we are speaking of the amount of coloring, not the palette used). The result is muted, but pleasingly so, and we do think the color teases out some detail and actually adds to the illusion of dimensionality. The matting has a light dampstain. The frame itself has some minor surface loss. We think the frame is worth preserving, and as to the outer part of it having an issue, albeit a minor one, we would recommend just painting over this part, and with gilt leaf it will look far better than this frame ever looked.
No image available

The Memoirs of the Life of the Late John Mytton, Esq. of Halston, Shropshire . . .; Reprinted (with considerable Additions) from the New Sporting Magazine by Nimrod, Pseudonym for Charles James Apperley; illustrator: Henry Alken and T. J. Rawlins

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $1.50
Details
$75.00
( US$)
Seller: White Fox Rare Books and Antiques
Title
The Memoirs of the Life of the Late John Mytton, Esq. of Halston, Shropshire . . .; Reprinted (with considerable Additions) from the New Sporting Magazine
Author
Nimrod, Pseudonym for Charles James Apperley; illustrator: Henry Alken and T. J. Rawlins
Seller
White Fox Rare Books and Antiques (United States)
Condition
Very Good
Description
London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co, 1900. Cloth. Blind and Gilt-Stamped. Very Good. Henry Alken and T. J. Rawlins. N.d., circa 1900. 4to. 27 by 19 cm. xxvi, 234 pp. 20 color plates. While a significantly later edition, the slightly larger format and the quality of the production do lend distinction to this particular reprint. The top of the front board (a neat band coinciding with a blindstamped ruled line) is now partially broken off, meaning it flaps slightly when pressed. Also a minor side ding, a short closed tear along front joint, etc. Endpapers heavily foxed. Otherwise a clean and tight copy, and overall quite handsome.
No image available

Mitten's Movie-Titlers SLT-1 150 - 1/4" Pinless Letters 1 Bottle Mitten's Stickum For Amateur and Professional Titles

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $1.50
Details
$65.00
( US$)
Seller: White Fox Rare Books and Antiques
Title
Mitten's Movie-Titlers SLT-1 150 - 1/4" Pinless Letters 1 Bottle Mitten's Stickum For Amateur and Professional Titles
Seller
White Fox Rare Books and Antiques (United States)
Description
Redlands, California: Mitten's Display Letters, 1940. An unused kit, with contents thus complete and pristine, the box itself some wear but structurally sound. N.d., circa 1940. Art Deco typography in its purest form. The box is 40 by 30.5 cm, and 3 cm deep.
No image available

Letter to My Daughter by Maya Angelou

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $6.00
Details
$300.00
( US$)
Seller: Appledore Books, ABAA
Title
Letter to My Daughter
Author
Maya Angelou
Seller
Appledore Books, ABAA (United States)
Condition
Near Fine
Description
New York: Random House, 2008. Boards. Near Fine/Fine. SIGNED BY MAYA ANGELOU on the half-title. A superb copy to boot of the 2008 stated 1st edition (with the correct number bar as well). Clean and Fine in a crisp, Fine dustjacket. Truly a collector's copy.
The Fleece; A Poem in Four Books

The Fleece; A Poem in Four Books by DYER, John

4 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $6.50
Details
$300.00
( US$)
Seller: Lorne Bair Rare Books
Title
The Fleece; A Poem in Four Books
Author
DYER, John
Seller
Lorne Bair Rare Books (United States)
Description
London: R. & J. Dodley, Pall Mall, 1757. First U.K. Edition. Quarto. 26cm. Twentieth century marbled paper covered boards with a black leather and gilt title label to spine. 156pp. Some very light scuffing and wear to the spine ends and extremities, strong tight, and solid; internally clean and fresh, a little toning to the page edges, manuscript corrections in ink in several locations. A very clean and presentable copy. Johnson spoke poorly of the work: "The subject, Sir, cannot be made poetical. How can a man write poetically of serges and druggets?" [ESTC T35610; NCBEL 2, 546; Rothschild 830; Hayward, English Poetry, 176.]. A paeon to the nobility, practicality, and ubiquity, of the aristocratic sheep, and the value of its wool.
No image available

THE VALLEY OF THE GOD-ALMIGHTY JONESES by Wright-Barney, Maginel

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $6.00
Details
$75.00
( EU VAT US$0)
Seller: J.B. Muns, Fine Arts Books
Title
THE VALLEY OF THE GOD-ALMIGHTY JONESES
Author
Wright-Barney, Maginel
Seller
J.B. Muns, Fine Arts Books (United States)
Condition
Very Good
Description
A biography written by Frank Lloyd Wright's sister. She was an artist in her own right.
No image available

Paper Lion by Plimpton, George

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $3.99
Details
$50.00
( EU VAT US$0)
Seller: Sanctuary Books
Title
Paper Lion
Author
Plimpton, George
Seller
Sanctuary Books (United States)
Condition
Very Good+
Description
New York: Harper & Row, 1966. Hardcover. Very Good+/Very Good+. 8vo. Nice copy in DJ. Not price-clipped; original price of $5.95 present). First edition not stated; letters A-R on copyright page. Ownership signature dated Christmas 1966.
THE ART OF CUISINE

THE ART OF CUISINE by Dortu, M.G. & Ph. Huisman (Introduction by)

7 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $4.00
Details
$50.00
( EU VAT US$0)
Seller: lizzyoung bookseller
Title
THE ART OF CUISINE
Author
Dortu, M.G. & Ph. Huisman (Introduction by)
Seller
lizzyoung bookseller (United States)
Condition
Red and white checked cloth covered boards. Very good, in good dust wrapper
Description
New York: HOLT, RINEHART AND WINSTON, 1966. Hardcover. Red and white checked cloth covered boards. Very good, in good dust wrapper. 164 pages. 25 x 19 cm. Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec applied the same exuberance and meticulous technique to the art of cuisine that he did to his visual art - he invented recipes and cooked new dishes as an artistic creation worthy of serious attention. This volume is a collection of the recipes which Lautrec invented, or which where garnered in his company from "clever cooks and conscientious mothers" of all classes of society. It has been illustrated with the menus that Lautrec himself designed and decorated, as well as with a rich abundance of other appropriate Lautrec paintings and drawings. The recipes are given here in heir original form, retaining their color of thought and language. Translated by Margery Weiner. Culinary Notes and Annotations by Barbara Kafka. Interior clean and crisp. Boards toned at edges. Dust wrapper rubbed at the edges with some chipping. Covered in protective mylar.
No image available

Zurichdeutsche Kurzgrammatik by Schobinger, Viktor

5 to 14 days for delivery
Standard Shipping: $6.00
Details
$8.00
( EU VAT US$0)
Seller: Weller Book Works ABAA/ILAB
Title
Zurichdeutsche Kurzgrammatik
Author
Schobinger, Viktor
Seller
Weller Book Works ABAA/ILAB (United States)
Condition
Fine
Description
Pendo-Verlag, 1984. Fine. Schobinger, Viktor. Zurichdeutsche Kurzgrammatik. Zurich: Pendo-Verlag, 1984. 79pp. Indexed. 8vo. Paperback. Book condition: Near fine.

Hang on… we’re fetching the requested page.