"This (X) is where I live, July 8 1925. All to myself I think of you. I think of the things we used to do. I think of the things we used to say. I think of each happy, yesterday. And sometimes I sigh and sometimes I smile. But I keep each olden, golden while, . . . to myself". No name supplied, circle and #15 stamp from the postcard seller in Tucson.