At the start of January, I bought several boxes of books, sight unseen, for
a
very modest amount. I had just barely looked through one of the boxes at
the
time, finding auction catalogues on various specialized collections -
Sherlock
Holmes, Fielding, Robert Penn Warren, African-American literature, the
civil
war, etc. And I stopped looking. Yesterday, I went back to the box and
was
happily surprised to find under all of these items an ex-library copy of
"The
Cats of Wildcat HIll" by Charis Wilson (text) and Edward Weston (photos),
(Duell, Sloan & Pearce, 1st printing, 1947). The only real defect is the
library binding.
Francis A. Miniter
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