The Little List: July 26th 1970 13 Hole Postcard below
Two days after the Kathleen Johns Letter, the Zodiac sent another letter, in which he boasted about the ways he would like to torture his slaves in paradice.
The first section of the Little List letter pulls lines from the Mikado, ( A more humane Mikado ), where the author uses the words billiard along with crooked cues and twisted shoes
This correspondence goes on to paraphrase Gilbert and Sullivan's Mikado Act One Part 5a As some day it may happen, performed by Ko-Ko [see bottom of page], as did the future correspondence of the Exorcist Letter in 1974, when reciting tit-willow from Ko-Ko's On a tree by a river, part of Act Two.
The writing at the end of the little list letter states:
"P.S. The Mt. Diablo code concerns Radians + # inches along the radians".
See Button letter and Phillips Road Map, sent to the San Francisco Chronicle, on June 26th 1970, exactly one month prior to the Little List letter, with the crosshair of Zodiac positioned over Mt Diablo.
This is the Zodiac speaking
Being that you will not wear some nice buttons, how about wearing some nasty buttons.
Or any kind of buttons that you can think up. If you do not wear any type of buttons, I shall (on top of everything else) torture all 13 of my slaves that I have waiting for me in Paradice. Some I shall tie over ant hills and watch them scream + twich and squirm. Others shall have pine splinters driven under their nails + then burned. Others shall be placed in cages + fed salt beef untill they are gorged then I shall listen to their pleass for water and I shall laugh at them. Others will hang by their thumbs + burn in the sun then I will rub them down with deep heat to warm them up. Others I shall skin them alive + let them run around screaming. And all billiard players I shall have them play in a darkened dungen cell with crooked cues + Twisted Shoes. Yes I shall have great fun inflicting the most delicious of pain to my slaves.
As some day it may hapen that a victom must be found. I've got a little list. I've got a little list, of society offenders who might well be underground who would never be missed who would never be missed. There is the pestulentual nucences who whrite for autographs, all people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs. All children who are up in dates and implore you with im platt. All people who are shakeing hands shake hands like that. And all third persons who with unspoiling take thoes who insist. They'd none of them be missed. They'd none of them be missed. There's a banjo seranader and the others of his race and the piano orginast I got him on the list. All people who eat pepermint and phomphit in your face, they would never be missed They would never be missed And the Idiout who phraises with inthusastic tone of centuries but this and every country but his own. And the lady from the provences who dress like a guy who doesn't cry and the singurly abnormily the girl who never kissed. I don't think she would be missed Im shure she wouldn't be missed. And that nice impriest that is rather rife the judicial hummerest I've got him on the list. All funny fellows, commic men and clowns of private life. They'd none of them be missed. They'd none of them be missed. And uncompromising kind such as wachmacallit, thingmebob, and like wise, well - - nevermind, and tut tut tut tut, and whashisname, and you know who, but the task of filling up the blanks I rather leave up to you. But it really doesn't matter whom you place upon the list, for none of them be missed, none of them be missed.
PS. The Mt. Diablo Code concerns Radians & # inches along the radians
October 5th 1970 Extra reading on the 13 Hole postcard
This card was mailed one month after the disappearance of Donna Lass, who vanished after her shift at the Sahara Tahoe Hotel, Nevada on Sept 6th 1970.
There were 13 punch holes on the right side of this postcard, thought to denote the amount of Zodiac victims and a cross supposedly drawn with human blood at the cards center, although an FBI document below states that the cross was of thin paper, colored red and pasted onto the postcard. Initially this card was considered debatable Zodiac correspondence, but is now believed to be genuine after comparison to other confirmed styles of contact sent from the killer.
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list — I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed — who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs --
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs --
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat --
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that --
And all third persons who on spoiling tête-á-têtes insist --
They'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'em be missed!
He's got 'em on the list — he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed — they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the banjo serenader*, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist — I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed — they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who "doesn't think she dances, but would rather like to try";
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist
I don't think she'd be missed — I'm sure she'd not be missed!
He's got her on the list — he's got her on the list;
And I don't think she'll be missed — I'm sure she'll not be missed!
And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist — I've got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life --
They'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as — What d'ye call him — Thing'em-bob, and likewise — Never-mind,
And 'St— 'st— 'st— and What's-his-name, and also You-know-who --
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'em be missed!
You may put 'em on the list — you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed — they'll none of 'em be missed!