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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
[Dated: Friday 22. circa 1915?]
[Partial letter only]
On Wed I heard from Mater [Leila Waddell] that she was threatened with the bailiffs for studio rates [33 Avenue Studios]. I was at a loss, being cleaned out and account overdrawn. I sent her £2 however for personal emergency till gold came from you, or the quarters checqe [for the rental of Boleskine] which I was expecting daily. Luckily there was a note from W and W [Williamson & Watt] next morning to say they had the cheque but were holding it over till certain costs known. On the strength of this I was able to arrange with the bank to overdraw for a few days and wired Mater she'd get £12 today certain so that's all right. £15 will have to go for the studio rent overdue, and if the balance left is sufficient to pay our share of the stamps, costs etc we'll be lucky.
I understand Clay [the printers] is threatening execution for an account of £200. I thought it well to write Dennes to mention that I held your receipt for the things in the Studio and that you would be able very soon to send a proportion of the account. I hope you will. Frankly my sympathies are all with the poor printers. It isn't the most lucrative of trades and it's their staff who will suffer. I know.
The New York papers seem to want words to express their disgust at the last gallant exploit and glorious victory of the Yahsons. There's something pathetic about seeing a whole nation dancing with joy over plain assassination. A bomb dropped at Sarajevo is bad enough to go to was about, a bomb dropped in the night over Sandringham is a gallant exploit. Faugh! The German weeps if the other boys don't fight fair (they do). Foulness is his own perquisite.
Scribbling this at business to catch the 4.20 clearance.
G.M.C.
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