I am a little boy, and have a dear little brother George. I go to
school, just the same as all the other little boys do that write
you. I have taken your paper ever since it was first issued, and I
have all the back numbers, and whenever any of my little friends
come to see me, he or she always wants to look at them, they are so
nice; and I sometimes send an armful over to the hospital for the
poor little sick children to look at, and you can't imagine how
pleased they are to get them. My paper is read every week by eight
or ten persons, and some of them big folks too. The only fault I
have to find with YOUNG PEOPLE is that it is not large enough.