In looking through my desk and trunk I found an I invitation to Mark’s wedding. I send you the cards and envelope just as it came, minus the outside envelope. You will observe that I carried it in my pocket till it became dirty and worn. What he refers to on the back of the envelope is a trick he played on me with an old lady, the mother-in-law of S Hon. Tom Fitch, Congressman from Nevada. Just across the hall from the rooms occupied by Mark and I lived Hon. Tom Fitch, wife, sister-in-law and mother-in-law. They were kind enough very frequently to place a pie and pitcher of milk in our room as a lunch for us when we came home at one or two [o’cl]ock in the morning. Mark found out where the pies were kept and stole a few during the day when he got a chance then when something was hinted about pies being lost by the Fitches he told them that he had sometimes seen me coming from the room where the pies were, but he had not the least idea that I touched them. All this I found out long afterwards and I raised a storm about it. Mrs Fitch had never said a word to me about the theft, till I mentioned it, when she said she “knew it was Sam from the way he drawled and stammered.” The wood stealing i[s] of a piece with the above. He would go to the end of the hall and get an armful of Daggett’s wood (by the way Daggett is now editor in chief of this paper) then as soon as he opened the door backing out into our room he would call out: “Damn it, Dan, you hav[e]n’t been at Daggett’s wood again, have you? It’s too bad to take so much of his wood.” Then he would throw the wood on the floor and make a great racket, at the same time crying out: “Damn it, Dan, don’t make such a noise! Everybody in the house hears you!” All this when I was not in the house at all. It turned out that the greater part of the wood he nipped was the property of poor Tom Fitch—Tom was poor then. To this day Mark takes pride in the trick he played me about the pies and wood; but I got even and more than even. (William Wright Papers, CU-BANC)