Davy's Dept.
16 Magazine
May, 1968 

HELLO AGAIN! I've got so much to tell you this issue that I don't know 
where to start. I guess I'll go back to England for a spell. How's 
that? 

During my Christmas visit home, I spent ten days with my dad. Three of 
these were spent recuperating from a bout with the flu, which hit me 
just about the time my feet hit English soil! For Christmas, I 
redecorated my dad's home. Thought you might like to know that my 
sister Beryl and her husband Alan are now living in the house with dad. 
The guestroom there is reserved just for me, and that is where I sleep 
when I am in Manchester. By the way, my dad, who (as some of you may 
know) was under the weather for quite a while, is now feeling just fine. 
He has gotten the roses back in his checks and is as fit as a fiddle, 
if you'll pardon a silly expression. Needless to say, we all enjoyed 
a warm and wonderful Yuletide together.

"GUITAR MAN" 

From London, I flew to Switzerland and the beautiful city of St. 
Moritz, and there I bought the groovy lynx coat you see me wearing in 
the picture on these pages. When I got back to New York City, my 
Cadillac wasn't waiting for me, as had been planned, so David Pearl 
and I decided to fly to San Antonio for a visit, then go on to Dallas 
to meet his folks, and then wing it to Hollywood. 

I took the beautiful acoustic guitar (that Peter Tork gave me) on the 
entire trip, and more than once I found myself in the mood for playing 
and composing. 

Here's a real scoop for you-I wrote many new songs while I was on my 
vacation, and I hope that some of them will be included on our next 
Monkee LP. They are all slow, sentimental, romantic tunes. 

I also started growing a mustache while I was traveling. Maybe you 
can see the faint beginning of it in the picture in which I'm wearing 
the fur coat. It was not exactly a whopping success, so I shaved it 
off when I got back to Los Angeles.

(That's where this article ends. The previous owner tore out the next 
page.)