'Tis true, standards of dress and deportment are in grave decline. Only yesterday, several of the hearty fellows with whom I work were wearing those newfangled shirts on which the collar is permanently attached. Not a collar stud between them. Long trousers, which I believe are similar to those dreadful French affairs, pantaloons, were also much in evidence. Don't these cads know that gentlemen wear breeches? What, pray tell, is next? Going outdoors without hats, perhaps?
I shall simply faint with the shame if one of my brother controllers does up the lowest button on his waistcoat or worse, goes without a waistcoat!
Enough of this, I must wax my moustache before I next take up my megaphonium. Some chaps wish me to travel at great haste to the former colony of North Carolina. A pair of brothers from the town of Dayton in the state of Ohio wish to take to the air in a machine that weighes more than the air it displaces. I am required to offer them a clearance of "not above 12 feet, VFR".
Your Faithful Servant,
Sir Winthrop Q Wildebeest