What is "old"?  At fifty-eight Burroughs learned to fly, at fifty-nine he took up tennis, now he is going to school again, and he has a definite engagement of long standing to ride horseback with his elder son on his ninetieth birthday.

                                        October 11, 1927
Mr. Edwin [Rothman]
4711 North Ninth Street
Philadelphia, Pa.

My dear Edwin:

                    I am just in receipt of a letter 
from you and your friend, and in accordance with 
your request I am sending my answer to both of you.

                    I am very glad that you have enjoyed 
my stories and am more than delighted to answer your 
questions insofar as I can.

                    I am enclosing a little circular 
which will give you a word or two of description 
about some of my stories that appeared in book form. 
I have no synopsis of those that have not appeared 
in book form and it would be a rather long and diffi-
cult proposition to furnish them inasmuch as I should 
have to read the stories over again myself. 

                    I do not know what you mean by your
inquiry relative to the names of my foreign 
publications. Many of my books have been translated 
into foreign languages, but I have written nothing 
especially for foreign publications. 

                    The "Warming"? is, I believe a new name 
given the picture version of THE OAKDALE AFFAIR.

                    THE WAR CHIEF appeared in book form 
last month.

                    Again thanking you for your very kind 
letter, I am with best wishes

                                Very sincerely yours,
                                    Edgar Rice Burroughs

Unlike the late novelist Zane Grey, who visited Honolulu last year announcing he was going to return to show the local fishermen how to catch game fish, Edgar Rice Burroughs, famed creator of Tarzan, arrived today announcing he is "the world's worst fisherman." 

Mr. Grey, author of numerous western stories, died before he could return to Honolulu to prove his boast. 

Primarily, Mr. Burroughs came this morning from the coast on the Monterey to spend the summer in the islands writing a series of books. In his spare time he will try to break his fishing jinx. 

He has taken the R. Alexander Anderson home at Kalama for the summer. Mrs. Burroughs and their two children arrived last week. 

A prolific writer of imaginative stories about his ape man Tarzan and about life on Mars, Mr. Burroughs publishes two books a year and is trying to get several years ahead of schedule. He has turned

Translated into 57 languages and dialects, his works have sold 25,000,000 copies. His home is at Tarzana, Cal., named for the fiction, movie and comic character that made him famous. 

The "comic strip," Tarzan, equally popular is carried by hundreds of newspaper. The Star-Bulletin publishes the Tarzan daily strip and Saturday color page exclusively in Hawaii.

Regarding his fishing he said this morning he had only cuaght one game fish in his life. It turned out to be a shark.

Edgar Rice Burroughs, creator of the fiction, comic strip and movie character of Tarzan, probably will arrive Monday on the Monterey from the coast, Mrs. Burroughs said Wednesday, when she arrived on the Matsonia.

She was accompanied by their son, Lee, and daughter, Caryl Lee, and will take a house at Kailua.

"Another!" he retorted, "I'll write a series of books in Hawaii -- though not about Hawaii." The creator of Tarzan comes from Tarzana, Cal., his extensive estate, and the family has taken a house at Kalama.  Mr. Burroughs will make a special broadcast over KGU tonight at 6:30 o'clock introducing a new series of transcribed Tarzan dramatizations, the first of which will be heard over KGU tomorrow evening.
"Tarzan is on the radio now," he said. Asked if his Mars stories had been dramatized for radio, he said they would be soon, adding that they would be guaranteed not to scare the listening public into believing Mars was attacking the Earth as Orson Welles once unintentionally convinced thousands of listeners. 

Mr. Burroughs was last here two years ago  He said yesterday his 52 books (not counting scenarios, comic strips, short stories, etc.) have sold 25,000,000 copies and have been translated into 57 languages in the last 20 years. 

A new series of thrilling adventures of Tarzan is in store for Hawaii radio listeners beginning this week when Honolulu Dairymen's Association sponsor a new program concerning the famous hero of the jungle. The new Tarzan program will be broadcast on KGU each Wednesday and Friday evenings from 7:15 to 7:30 beginning May 1.

Edgar Rice Burroughs
    Tarzana, California 1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
     March 27  1941 Joan darling:

The house sounds swell: I envy you.  There is nothing like
plenty of closet space in which utterly useless junk can acc-
umulate over a period of years. I know from experience. I
think that once a year one should shut one's eyes and go into
all closets and burn everything up and start over again.

The other day I saw a movie called The Lone Star Raiders with
The 3 Mesquiteers. Rex Leese was in the cast, but I could not
identify him.  Maybe he was one of the horses; there were a
couple hundred of them, and all running like hell all the
time.  They wasted enough gun powder in that picture to save
the world for democracy.

Some day a tall, dark stranger will call you on the phone; and
you will say: "Who the hell are you?" and he will say: "Don't
you remember your ol' Pappy, chile?"  But I don't know when it
will be: maybeso come next Michaelmas.

Were you in Deanna Durbin's SPRING PARADE? It is here this week,
but I didn't see it because it is in an 80 cent house: I shall wait
until it comes to my 39 cent hangout, where I, the gobs, and the Or-
rientals merge our various odors in a sweet attar of B.O.

Pictures get over here after everyone on the mainland has for-
gotten them.  The other day I saw W.C. Fields and Mae West in My
Little Chikadee, a very high class and elevating production fill-
ed with gents' room subtleties: right up my alley, I am afraid.
The goat sequence was not all that I had been led to expect: ev-
idently the Hayes Office deodorized it.  I wish I could see a good
comedy every day.

Well, dear, having nothing to write, I have done my best; so I
might as well say 30 or 76 1/2, or whatever it is the newspaper
people use as a tag.

Lots of love,
Papa

Oh, how about Jim's appointment?

AND! The pictures! They were fine. The children are very cute:
and that goes for mama, too.  Were the pictures taken at 3714?
It looks like a very cute place (I seem to have cuteitis). I am
taking the pictures to the hotel to bore my friends.  You know
how exciting it is looking at snaps of people you never saw nor
ever will and being expected to rave over them.  However, I am
very proud of such nice looking relatives, and my friends will
have to take it and like it.

Whatever else the civilian population of Oahu may lack, it is long on cooperation, guts, and a sense of humor.

Since the Japanese attack started the morning of December 7, I have seen more grins and heard more laughter and jokes than ever before in all the time that I have spent in the Paradise of the Pacific.

There has been no panic, and whatever fear has been has been beautifully camouflaged.

These people, regardless of race, color, or antecedents, are AMERICANS. They make me proud to be an American, too.
Sabotage. As far as I have been able to ascertain, there has been none.

At first there were the usual silly rumors, all of which were proved unfounded -- parachute troops landing on St. Louis Heights, snipers in every cane field, fifth columnists poisoning the city water supply. All bunk!

Most of the hotel guests congregated there to watch the show. It was the middle of the afternoon before we realized that it was the real McCoy and that we were watching a battle. 

AS the radio then broadcast an order for civilians to remain off the streets, we went on with our tennis, stopping occasionally to watch the anti-aircraft shells burst, the bombs dropping into the ocean.

Neither of these women permitted what must have been their real feelings to show -- two more Americans to make us proud that we are Americans.

Yours of Nov 25th came today.

Hulbert and I just got to laughing about the Christmas presents 
I selected for Mike: A boat that he will have no place to sail 
and a shirt several sizes to small for him.  I hope Mike has a 
sense of humor.  If you had seen the time and thought that I put
into these selections you might have expected something better -
something really epochal.  When it comes to shopping, I am just 
not all there - did I mention shopping only?

We are both much interested in your aviation business and hope 
that it prospers.  I have a feeling that it may run into some-
thing very big after the wars are all over - so many thousands 
of men will have been trained to fly and many of them will want 
to keep it up. Then, an agency for a good ship should be valuable. 
I may take it up again myself - if I get rich. 

Glad you found the wedding pictures.  When we are all dead, that
picture and "Iffy" should be sent to the Smithsonian Institution 
or the American Museum of Natural History as a record of the 
evolution of pithacantropus erectus - just one of the early steps
in its evolution. 

Am glad to learn that Mr. Pierce is better and hope that he fol-
lows doctor's orders.  But its darned hard to quit eating. 
That's the habit that's hardest of all to break.  But then you 
wouldn't know, as you never eat anything. 

We have been having cool weather.  For two nights I slept under 
two blankets and a sweater under my pajamas - or did I tell 
you this in my last letter?  But that is typical of old do-dos -
they repeat and repeat. Today, the weather is lovely.

Hulbert and I are still playing paddle tennis every day, and now 
he is beating me every day.  I can't totter around the court fast 
enough on these old dogs.  I am really doddering.  Every day, I 
expect some one to say, "Lie down! You're dead!" But I'm grow-
ing old gracefully - like hell!

Thanks for the tips on books.  I'm too Scotch to buy them; and if
they are any good, you have to wait a year to get them at the li-
brary; so I'll wait until they get into the 25 cent edition. 

There still ain't no news.  Hulbert joins me in love to you all, 
and a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!