Reading between the lines in the letter this is at a time when Helen's father John Rosenstein was working in Connecticut. This gave Joe an opportunity to see him and get to know him separate from the family. Sounds like they got along just fine.
July 11, 1916
Helen dear,
Of course, it's just my luck, that I played too much pool with your father, and hurt one of my eyes. I had some terrible stuff put in last night after a day of torture, and feel good again. But tomorrow, I get another treatment, and one more Friday, to make sure that the strain or whatever effect there was, is removed for good. Thus, we learn, that we are punished by our sins, not for them.
Perhaps you are aware, that it poured all forenoon, and cleared up with a warm streak that has well nigh melted me into a little puddle. And now, I'm told I must go to New Haven this evening, so take the opportunity of writing now, rather than lose the chance later.
The carton by Goldberg about the idea that might have been a good one, if the author had not forgotten it, recalls many famous speeches we have often thought of, but couldn't think of even a sour pickle when called on to speak. Some one remarked that the best after dinner speeches have been delivered in the back homeward bound. This naturally refers to the auto taxi days.
I couldn't help recalling Hubbard once saying in East Aurora that he never cared much whether people agreed with what he said, so long as it made them think; and provided they ate enough, slept regularly, and worried not at all, they would reason most generally correctly. And so this recurred when you described reading "Little Journeys" with one hand, and looking up words with the other. Isn't that a fine figure of speech?Wasn't that an inspiring story, that of old Zeller or Zelter, Goethe and the youngster?
What makes you think that in this fine weather, anyone could catch cold? Certainly I've kept out of drafts, and so am still without one.
There has been a little talk of my being in New York Friday, but it's very indefinite yet. Still, I think I could come down Saturday, provided I wasn't induced and forced to play much pool. But I'll let you know later as to that. Suffice it to say, that the poem of "The Manicure" made me laugh, for why should any one think less of women if they manicured you any more than we do of men who shave us. The secret of course is not in the touch of hands, but in that of minds, or hearts so to speak. It's a cold business proposition, just like buying a soda check, or a subway ticket.
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter is July 18.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
July 6, 1916 - At work preparing a Brief
Joe is just keeping Helen up on the daily news in his life, with a few funny lines here and there. He also mentions The Fra in reference to his earlier letter. You have now seen the article that he is referring to.
July 6,1916.
Helen dear:
I meant to write several times since Tuesday (old stuff) but the holiday in the middle of the week tied things up so that it was impossible to do so just when the occasion arrived. Most of the week, I have been traveling around various towns in matters, and returning very late, would be so tired that I would promise to write in the morning, and then the same thing happened.
I was very glad to hear that you are planning to go away, and more so that you intend to be in New York this week. However, if in the meantime, your plans change just drop me a line to that effect; otherwise I will assume that you will remain in the big City this week, as you intimated. My present idea is to be in New York Saturday afternoon; but it's a little too early for me to know, because my brother has not definitely decided just when he would leave for the country that day, so that if he goes early, I must remain, otherwise I could get away,
Your long letter was a dandy, really good enough to go into The Fra, if some of the stuff they publish can get by so easily. And if as you say, it was written in a hurry, while you were being rushed, I can imagine what it would be like if you had plenty of time,
I suppose you will smile if I tell you that the subway was tied up the other evening so that train time passed, and I gave it up as a bad job to get the train; but somehow we were late in pulling out, due to the soldier trains etc. and I made connections, getting here on time after all.
There isn't much in this letter, I know, hut all day I have been at work preparing a Brief, and believe me that word is the shortest thing about it. So far it contains some seventy-five pages, and it’s about fifteen or twenty from the end; unless some new ideas arrive in the meantime. Besides for the past several weeks I have found it necessary to read several hundred oases to get sufficient material to prepare it; and after writing all day, I am all talked out, as it were. That's why women are such a success at the profession; they never could get into that position. Of course, some women.
The doctor has a new "showfur" and it's up to me to show him around here, to get him acquainted with the local atmosphere. So to-night we'll take a fifty mile ride out to see the kidlets, and listen to them sing "Madcap Marjorie”; oh no we won’t, they'll be asleep by then.
I had an appointment at 7:45 to-night, and it's that now, so must hurry to be on time.
Sincerely.
Joe
The next letter is July 11.
July 6,1916.
Helen dear:
I meant to write several times since Tuesday (old stuff) but the holiday in the middle of the week tied things up so that it was impossible to do so just when the occasion arrived. Most of the week, I have been traveling around various towns in matters, and returning very late, would be so tired that I would promise to write in the morning, and then the same thing happened.
I was very glad to hear that you are planning to go away, and more so that you intend to be in New York this week. However, if in the meantime, your plans change just drop me a line to that effect; otherwise I will assume that you will remain in the big City this week, as you intimated. My present idea is to be in New York Saturday afternoon; but it's a little too early for me to know, because my brother has not definitely decided just when he would leave for the country that day, so that if he goes early, I must remain, otherwise I could get away,
Your long letter was a dandy, really good enough to go into The Fra, if some of the stuff they publish can get by so easily. And if as you say, it was written in a hurry, while you were being rushed, I can imagine what it would be like if you had plenty of time,
I suppose you will smile if I tell you that the subway was tied up the other evening so that train time passed, and I gave it up as a bad job to get the train; but somehow we were late in pulling out, due to the soldier trains etc. and I made connections, getting here on time after all.
There isn't much in this letter, I know, hut all day I have been at work preparing a Brief, and believe me that word is the shortest thing about it. So far it contains some seventy-five pages, and it’s about fifteen or twenty from the end; unless some new ideas arrive in the meantime. Besides for the past several weeks I have found it necessary to read several hundred oases to get sufficient material to prepare it; and after writing all day, I am all talked out, as it were. That's why women are such a success at the profession; they never could get into that position. Of course, some women.
The doctor has a new "showfur" and it's up to me to show him around here, to get him acquainted with the local atmosphere. So to-night we'll take a fifty mile ride out to see the kidlets, and listen to them sing "Madcap Marjorie”; oh no we won’t, they'll be asleep by then.
I had an appointment at 7:45 to-night, and it's that now, so must hurry to be on time.
Sincerely.
Joe
The next letter is July 11.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
July 1916 - The Fra - The Harmony of Living
In the post on June 27 Joe mentioned that he was told that he had a piece published in The Fra, a monthly magazine Elbert Hubbard started publishing in 1908. I decided upon seeing this in his letter to check on the internet and see if I could find the article he wrote. I was fortunate to find a great source without much trouble. It is the Garrison House Ephemera. I emailed the site and inquired about the article and after I told them of the name of the author I received an email back saying that, in fact, one of the copies they had contained the article by Joseph G. Shapiro. I was really excited and I sensed so was the woman form the site. It was an amazing thing when it arrived in the mail a few days later and there it was the original in pristine form. The entire issue is dedicated to the memory of Elbert Hubbard who had died in the sinking of the Lusitania a year before. There are so may interesting articles to read about him and I am sure that I will do that in time. For now I am posting the front and back cover, the first article by his son Bert and the article by Joe. Elbert Hubbard II (Bert) kept Roycroft going for years after the untimely death of his father and stepmother.
Roycroft—July, 1916
Bert Hubbard
When Elbert Hubbard started the Roycroft Shops, in June, 1895, he did not foresee the development they were to make. Nor do we now see any limitation to what we shall accomplish. But for twenty years he put his heart and his abilities into the making of the institution that today stands as his monument.
Twenty years is not a very long time— unless it is in front of you. In this brief span, from a small capital to start with, there has evolved a business whose last inventory shows it to be worth considerably more than half a million. Many men have made many times that in half the time £•» I do not speak of this value to accentuate the accomplishment as a great financial one.
I have in mind the thought that The Roycrofters, Incorporated, is the result of putting to the practical test a man's ideals —the ideals of living, of working, of art, study, desire, environment. To have made capital out of these things, which seemingly belong to dreamers, artists, and scorners of accumulated wealth, is the great achievement
Elbert Hubbard did not set his abilities to making money as a cumulative proposition. He never had any money on hand. It was always on the turn-over. He has said to me at times, when we were going over the cashbook preparatory to making up a payroll, " When we have a cash balance in the bank of twenty-five thousand all the time, we will rest easy." I surely thought so, but I knew we'd never have it, for nothing made my father more generous and eager to do something new, than a couple of thousand dollars in the bank m» b+
He has been criticized for his money-making propensities, but he cared nothing for money for. its own sake. He drew a personal salary of only $2,000 a year, and he always had plenty of it left over for pennies for the kiddies!
He lived a simple life and spent little money for his own pleasures. His satisfaction in being able to make money was in that he could use it to make a better and bigger Roycroft. This institution was always self-supporting. It has been created out of its own earnings. No outside capital was ever invested in it. It has no bonds, no mortgages, no preferred stock.
Just a year ago Elbert Hubbard sailed away on the Lusitania. When the unbelievable news came and the world had caught its breath, the people who knew of the Roycroft Shops looked toward East Aurora with a speculative wonder as to what was to happen. Much was said as to the probability of the Chapel becoming a home for bats; the Printshop a dungeon of darkness; the Inn a parlor of solitude; the Furniture Shop, the Copper and Leather Shops, empty chambers where rust, ruin and cobwebs would greet the chance visitor; the beautiful lawns and flowerbeds becoming pastures for patient old horses, where burdocks and thistles would hold full sway! Some had a vision of Roycroft as a flower gone to seed, a lamp out of which the oil had burned, a once busy place where now no wheels turned and no song of contented workers gladdened the long hours of the summer day. All would be quiet, still, and the breath of life would go out with the sinking of the sun in the west, as it cast long shadows across the playgrounds where happy children used to play. Without its master, Roycroft would become a thing in history.
But these were the visions of gossips whose blood ran thin. Their prophecies were from their own empty minds. For one month only was there any slacking of Roycroft industries. We needed that time and no more to govern our sorrow and find ourselves. From the 1st of July, 1915, every department of the Roycroft Shops has been working to capacity. There are more One Hundred Ten workers on the payroll than ever before. Out of the possibility of a decline we have made real progress. The Printshop is running its presses night and day to keep up. The Copper and Leather Shops can't fill their orders. This Magazine has more subscribers than it had on May 7, 1915. H, Roycroft is busy, therefore happy. There is an absolute spirit of success in its blood. We have no doubts, no fears. Our ship is sailing ahead under full rig. You can't stop us. We are bound for that port called Success. The last six months of 1915, ten thousand visitors came to the Inn. This year, double that will come. Next year, reservations will have to be made months in advance. No, I am not boasting—I'm telling you straight stuff. You should be advised of this because you are interested. The perpetuation of The Roycrofters means much more than a mere financial success. The place stands for many ideals. Elbert Hubbard's efforts are in evidence in every nook and corner. His spirit permeates the atmosphere and constantly holds out to us an inspiration to do better work and more work. Never do I see and feel the accomplishment of a job well done but that I want him to pass his judgment on it and approve. There is an everlasting desire to demonstrate that he taught us well, and that we are fitted to do things as he would have us do them.
We have gone through this first year with credit to ourselves. We have grown and broadened. Our future is clear to us. We have lots of work to do and have the heart and courage to do it. The Roycroft Shops shall live. Elbert Hubbard's finest monument shall be the institution he founded and developed. His hopes are our hopes—his joys our joys. And when he looks out upon us from his present sphere of life and sees the result of our efforts he shall say: " My work was not in vain. I helped them to help themselves. They do me credit and I am proud of my Roycroft boys and girls."
In order that he could get to the train with as little delay as possible, he requested me to assist him in packing his things; and the happiest five minutes of my life were spent in his room as he was taking a quick shave, while I placed his things and a large, luscious apple in his bag. I said that reading his writings had been a great source of inspiration to me, to which he replied, “Perhaps I may have attuned some lives to the harmony of living, but it is up to the individual to compose and play his own symphony." Isn't that exactly the reason for his greatness? And as I read The Fra today it seems to have the same spirit.
Sublime thoughts and great deeds are the children of married minds. A man alone is only half a man—it takes a man and a woman to complete the circuit.
The next letter will be July 6.
Bert Hubbard
When Elbert Hubbard started the Roycroft Shops, in June, 1895, he did not foresee the development they were to make. Nor do we now see any limitation to what we shall accomplish. But for twenty years he put his heart and his abilities into the making of the institution that today stands as his monument.
Twenty years is not a very long time— unless it is in front of you. In this brief span, from a small capital to start with, there has evolved a business whose last inventory shows it to be worth considerably more than half a million. Many men have made many times that in half the time £•» I do not speak of this value to accentuate the accomplishment as a great financial one.
I have in mind the thought that The Roycrofters, Incorporated, is the result of putting to the practical test a man's ideals —the ideals of living, of working, of art, study, desire, environment. To have made capital out of these things, which seemingly belong to dreamers, artists, and scorners of accumulated wealth, is the great achievement
Elbert Hubbard did not set his abilities to making money as a cumulative proposition. He never had any money on hand. It was always on the turn-over. He has said to me at times, when we were going over the cashbook preparatory to making up a payroll, " When we have a cash balance in the bank of twenty-five thousand all the time, we will rest easy." I surely thought so, but I knew we'd never have it, for nothing made my father more generous and eager to do something new, than a couple of thousand dollars in the bank m» b+
He has been criticized for his money-making propensities, but he cared nothing for money for. its own sake. He drew a personal salary of only $2,000 a year, and he always had plenty of it left over for pennies for the kiddies!
He lived a simple life and spent little money for his own pleasures. His satisfaction in being able to make money was in that he could use it to make a better and bigger Roycroft. This institution was always self-supporting. It has been created out of its own earnings. No outside capital was ever invested in it. It has no bonds, no mortgages, no preferred stock.
Just a year ago Elbert Hubbard sailed away on the Lusitania. When the unbelievable news came and the world had caught its breath, the people who knew of the Roycroft Shops looked toward East Aurora with a speculative wonder as to what was to happen. Much was said as to the probability of the Chapel becoming a home for bats; the Printshop a dungeon of darkness; the Inn a parlor of solitude; the Furniture Shop, the Copper and Leather Shops, empty chambers where rust, ruin and cobwebs would greet the chance visitor; the beautiful lawns and flowerbeds becoming pastures for patient old horses, where burdocks and thistles would hold full sway! Some had a vision of Roycroft as a flower gone to seed, a lamp out of which the oil had burned, a once busy place where now no wheels turned and no song of contented workers gladdened the long hours of the summer day. All would be quiet, still, and the breath of life would go out with the sinking of the sun in the west, as it cast long shadows across the playgrounds where happy children used to play. Without its master, Roycroft would become a thing in history.
But these were the visions of gossips whose blood ran thin. Their prophecies were from their own empty minds. For one month only was there any slacking of Roycroft industries. We needed that time and no more to govern our sorrow and find ourselves. From the 1st of July, 1915, every department of the Roycroft Shops has been working to capacity. There are more One Hundred Ten workers on the payroll than ever before. Out of the possibility of a decline we have made real progress. The Printshop is running its presses night and day to keep up. The Copper and Leather Shops can't fill their orders. This Magazine has more subscribers than it had on May 7, 1915. H, Roycroft is busy, therefore happy. There is an absolute spirit of success in its blood. We have no doubts, no fears. Our ship is sailing ahead under full rig. You can't stop us. We are bound for that port called Success. The last six months of 1915, ten thousand visitors came to the Inn. This year, double that will come. Next year, reservations will have to be made months in advance. No, I am not boasting—I'm telling you straight stuff. You should be advised of this because you are interested. The perpetuation of The Roycrofters means much more than a mere financial success. The place stands for many ideals. Elbert Hubbard's efforts are in evidence in every nook and corner. His spirit permeates the atmosphere and constantly holds out to us an inspiration to do better work and more work. Never do I see and feel the accomplishment of a job well done but that I want him to pass his judgment on it and approve. There is an everlasting desire to demonstrate that he taught us well, and that we are fitted to do things as he would have us do them.
We have gone through this first year with credit to ourselves. We have grown and broadened. Our future is clear to us. We have lots of work to do and have the heart and courage to do it. The Roycroft Shops shall live. Elbert Hubbard's finest monument shall be the institution he founded and developed. His hopes are our hopes—his joys our joys. And when he looks out upon us from his present sphere of life and sees the result of our efforts he shall say: " My work was not in vain. I helped them to help themselves. They do me credit and I am proud of my Roycroft boys and girls."
THE FRA
The Harmony of Living
Joseph G. Shapiro
SEVERAL years ago Elbert Hubbard attended a dinner of the Board of Trade, in this City (Shelton, Conn.); and being acquainted with him, I naturally made it my business to speak to him after his talk. Though he intended spending the night at the hotel, he made such an impression on the audience that it kept him up till after one A. M. He left a call for five, for he decided to take the early train out to make connections for Buffalo; but at the last moment altered his plans, having been invited to be the guest of some people who had a private car here and were leaving for New York that night.In order that he could get to the train with as little delay as possible, he requested me to assist him in packing his things; and the happiest five minutes of my life were spent in his room as he was taking a quick shave, while I placed his things and a large, luscious apple in his bag. I said that reading his writings had been a great source of inspiration to me, to which he replied, “Perhaps I may have attuned some lives to the harmony of living, but it is up to the individual to compose and play his own symphony." Isn't that exactly the reason for his greatness? And as I read The Fra today it seems to have the same spirit.
Sublime thoughts and great deeds are the children of married minds. A man alone is only half a man—it takes a man and a woman to complete the circuit.
The next letter will be July 6.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
June 29, 1916 - I can enjoy the outside and balmy season.
Here is the last letter from June 1916. Joe is now keeping Helen up to date quite frequently.
June 29, 1916
My dear Helen,
I have just received the parcel containing the two pieces of music; but have no bill.
Yesterday morning found my eye terribly red almost to the point of the color of a strawberry. This time it pained, and the Doctor said it was the result of too much reading. I guess so. So I had to lay off a bit.
However, today I addressed the Manufacturers Association and the Credit Men's Association at a dinner held in one of the local Clubs. Yesterday I did the same thing in New Haven; and preparing didn't help my eyes any. In being introduced - as well as in the letters to the members - the presiding officer remarked that the speaker today is one who though quite young, "has already had a long and honorable career in his profession." Coming from a man at the head of our largest institution here gave me a little bit of pleasure, you bet. So I launched into an Elbert Hubbard style of epigrammatic speaking and had a bully time. Enough of that. Still I knew you would be interested to hear what I did for the past few days.
Saturday night I must attend a special charter meeting in Shelton that is very urgent. That deprives me of going to New York, so I'll leave Sunday morning at 8:24 arriving somewhere about 10 I presume; ready for Mt. Vernon, if you are going to your friends, as you planned.
My eye is troubling though it's much better today, and will probably clear by Saturday. For that reason I have not read nor written much.
Of late, I have read considerably at night. I took advantage of stormy nights to stay in a read, and have been up quite late. That now tells , but I'm glad it's pleasant, so that I can enjoy the outside and balmy season.
Will write tomorrow, possibly,
Sincerely
Joe
In reference to the letter from June 27 in which Joe wrote of a piece of his writing appearing in The Fra I have located and purchased a copy and will be posting it as soon as I receive it.
The next letter will be July 6.
June 29, 1916
My dear Helen,
I have just received the parcel containing the two pieces of music; but have no bill.
Yesterday morning found my eye terribly red almost to the point of the color of a strawberry. This time it pained, and the Doctor said it was the result of too much reading. I guess so. So I had to lay off a bit.
However, today I addressed the Manufacturers Association and the Credit Men's Association at a dinner held in one of the local Clubs. Yesterday I did the same thing in New Haven; and preparing didn't help my eyes any. In being introduced - as well as in the letters to the members - the presiding officer remarked that the speaker today is one who though quite young, "has already had a long and honorable career in his profession." Coming from a man at the head of our largest institution here gave me a little bit of pleasure, you bet. So I launched into an Elbert Hubbard style of epigrammatic speaking and had a bully time. Enough of that. Still I knew you would be interested to hear what I did for the past few days.
Saturday night I must attend a special charter meeting in Shelton that is very urgent. That deprives me of going to New York, so I'll leave Sunday morning at 8:24 arriving somewhere about 10 I presume; ready for Mt. Vernon, if you are going to your friends, as you planned.
My eye is troubling though it's much better today, and will probably clear by Saturday. For that reason I have not read nor written much.
Of late, I have read considerably at night. I took advantage of stormy nights to stay in a read, and have been up quite late. That now tells , but I'm glad it's pleasant, so that I can enjoy the outside and balmy season.
Will write tomorrow, possibly,
Sincerely
Joe
In reference to the letter from June 27 in which Joe wrote of a piece of his writing appearing in The Fra I have located and purchased a copy and will be posting it as soon as I receive it.
The next letter will be July 6.
Monday, June 27, 2016
June 27, 1916 - I am as fluent a swimmer as the Lusitania . . .
Joe continues to share his daily busy life with Helen. As he now refers to her as My dear Helen. Progress on that front.
June 27,1916.
My dear Helen?
This letter will probably sound more like a scenario than anything else I can think of; but for the reasons that will appear, it is the best that can happen just now.
It is just 7:30 P.M. Our Bnai Brith Lodge-of which I am the present presiding officer-has its final meeting, before the summer recess, tonight, and we will have with us the Board of District Deputies for this jurisdiction to oversee our work. I have just returned, that is about an hour ago, from Morris Cove, a shore resort outside of New Haven, where the Business Men's Association have been spending their day in an outing, and was invited to speak this afternoon, I left here at noon. Well, all morning I have showing the new steno the various things in the office to familiarize her with the surroundings, and at present it looks as if she ought, to make good. But it takes a little time before one gets used to new environments, and naturally things do not move as briskly as one would desire. But then. after a short time, everything will be running in good shape, I hope.
I had many laughs on account of your letter this morning. Not at the letter itself, but because of the insertions. The standing army was really funny, but the Boob News about the velvet lined sardine cans for pet sardines was the straw that broke the camel's back. To see the girl take the gold fish out for an airing reminded me of the girl that took her canary out one after-noon via the tom-cat route. And to cap the climax, that article giving the extract from an editorial. There must be some people who believe it sensible to go home early, apparently.
Yesterday my car ran beautifully to Shelton, and after Court when I got in and tried to start, it would no more move than if it were the Rock of Gibraltar. I tinkered with it for awhile, as did my brother's "Showfur" but to no purpose, finally I left for Bridgeport on the train, and at a garage they found something the matter with it, so that it took the rest of the day to get it running again. I haven't had it out to-day, but if the chance arrives maybe tomorrow will afford an opportunity of trying it out once more.
While in Morris Cove a gentleman informed me that he saw a piece of my handiwork in the July number of the Fra. My copy has not arrived as yet, nor can one be obtained from the stands, so I must wait a few days to see what particular thing it is.
Another good laugh was started to-night when the Doctor suggested that he would call for me in the morning and we could go down the Park (Long Island Sound) and take a swim, I am as fluent a swimmer as the Lusitania after the torpedo tickled it. He ventured to teach me, in fact suggested that an elephant that escaped from the circus swam out to the light house; then, why not I? Oh, and gee whiz, and gosh darn. That was the most unkindest cut of all.
Sincerely
Joe
The next letter is June 29.
June 27,1916.
My dear Helen?
This letter will probably sound more like a scenario than anything else I can think of; but for the reasons that will appear, it is the best that can happen just now.
It is just 7:30 P.M. Our Bnai Brith Lodge-of which I am the present presiding officer-has its final meeting, before the summer recess, tonight, and we will have with us the Board of District Deputies for this jurisdiction to oversee our work. I have just returned, that is about an hour ago, from Morris Cove, a shore resort outside of New Haven, where the Business Men's Association have been spending their day in an outing, and was invited to speak this afternoon, I left here at noon. Well, all morning I have showing the new steno the various things in the office to familiarize her with the surroundings, and at present it looks as if she ought, to make good. But it takes a little time before one gets used to new environments, and naturally things do not move as briskly as one would desire. But then. after a short time, everything will be running in good shape, I hope.
I had many laughs on account of your letter this morning. Not at the letter itself, but because of the insertions. The standing army was really funny, but the Boob News about the velvet lined sardine cans for pet sardines was the straw that broke the camel's back. To see the girl take the gold fish out for an airing reminded me of the girl that took her canary out one after-noon via the tom-cat route. And to cap the climax, that article giving the extract from an editorial. There must be some people who believe it sensible to go home early, apparently.
Yesterday my car ran beautifully to Shelton, and after Court when I got in and tried to start, it would no more move than if it were the Rock of Gibraltar. I tinkered with it for awhile, as did my brother's "Showfur" but to no purpose, finally I left for Bridgeport on the train, and at a garage they found something the matter with it, so that it took the rest of the day to get it running again. I haven't had it out to-day, but if the chance arrives maybe tomorrow will afford an opportunity of trying it out once more.
While in Morris Cove a gentleman informed me that he saw a piece of my handiwork in the July number of the Fra. My copy has not arrived as yet, nor can one be obtained from the stands, so I must wait a few days to see what particular thing it is.
Another good laugh was started to-night when the Doctor suggested that he would call for me in the morning and we could go down the Park (Long Island Sound) and take a swim, I am as fluent a swimmer as the Lusitania after the torpedo tickled it. He ventured to teach me, in fact suggested that an elephant that escaped from the circus swam out to the light house; then, why not I? Oh, and gee whiz, and gosh darn. That was the most unkindest cut of all.
Sincerely
Joe
The next letter is June 29.
Monday, June 13, 2016
June 13, 1916 - Autoing all P.M.
Here are two postcards that Joe sent Helen and her sister Florrie from a business trip to Gettysburg, PA
This marks the scene of Lincoln's address.
Great times.
Autoing all P.M.
Joe
The scene of the bloodiest day of the war (July 3, '63)
JGS
The next letter is June 27.
This marks the scene of Lincoln's address.
Great times.
Autoing all P.M.
Joe
The scene of the bloodiest day of the war (July 3, '63)
JGS
The next letter is June 27.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
June 7, 10916 - Did you ever see such poor writing?
It seems that Joe's younger brother Louis was quite ill at the time of this letter. Having lost his brother Meyer at a young age I am sure that the entire family was very worried about Louis.
I spent Monday and part of yesterday in New Haven, and after seven members of the medical faculty looked over Louis, they decided that it was not necessary to operate at once and perhaps not at all. He is in the hospital being under constant care, and perhaps he'll pull through without a cut.
Naturally this has interfered with my peace of mind and the usual routine, so that I will not be able to get away tomorrow. In fact I've got a case to try in the morning, unless it goes off the list before hand.
My remote idea of going to New York Saturday is still remote, in fact I would have to return early in the evening to pack my things preparatory to going Sunday. So, under the circumstances, I don't put much faith in my being able to get away Saturday for any considerable time, much as I should like to. My present plans for the Pittsburgh trip are to leave here Sunday and stay over to Monday and then go on.
If things let up so that my brother feels much better, I'll feel more easy about getting away. I've got to go to Norwalk today, and it's pouring . Did you ever see such poor writing.
Sincerely,
Joe
June 7, 1916
Dear Helen,I spent Monday and part of yesterday in New Haven, and after seven members of the medical faculty looked over Louis, they decided that it was not necessary to operate at once and perhaps not at all. He is in the hospital being under constant care, and perhaps he'll pull through without a cut.
Naturally this has interfered with my peace of mind and the usual routine, so that I will not be able to get away tomorrow. In fact I've got a case to try in the morning, unless it goes off the list before hand.
My remote idea of going to New York Saturday is still remote, in fact I would have to return early in the evening to pack my things preparatory to going Sunday. So, under the circumstances, I don't put much faith in my being able to get away Saturday for any considerable time, much as I should like to. My present plans for the Pittsburgh trip are to leave here Sunday and stay over to Monday and then go on.
If things let up so that my brother feels much better, I'll feel more easy about getting away. I've got to go to Norwalk today, and it's pouring . Did you ever see such poor writing.
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter is on June 13.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
May 31, 1916 - What is so rare as a day in June?
So we close out May 1916 with a short newsy letter from Joe.
May 31, 1916
Dear Helen,
I have seen all kinds of railroad service, but last night, it went beyond words for description. I didn't get into the house till a few minutes to four, and I had a nine o'clock assignment for today. I'll retire early tonight. I wouldn't have cared much, but something I ate, didn't agree and I was as sick as a pup, really. It acted like ptomaine poisoning, and nothing to be done till Bridgeport loomed up.
But as soon as I struck the town, I got busy and took something for it, and today feel as good as a two year old. I relished my breakfast and had a good luncheon, and am about to finish for the day.
The Pittsburgh folks have planned to give the delegates a trip to Gettysburg and to entertain there. Goodness only knows but what they'll arrange to have us stop at Harrisburg and Philadelphia for entertainment.
In answer to Longfellow's question, "What is so rare as a day in June?' I might say May 31, 1916.
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter is June 7.
May 31, 1916
Dear Helen,
I have seen all kinds of railroad service, but last night, it went beyond words for description. I didn't get into the house till a few minutes to four, and I had a nine o'clock assignment for today. I'll retire early tonight. I wouldn't have cared much, but something I ate, didn't agree and I was as sick as a pup, really. It acted like ptomaine poisoning, and nothing to be done till Bridgeport loomed up.
But as soon as I struck the town, I got busy and took something for it, and today feel as good as a two year old. I relished my breakfast and had a good luncheon, and am about to finish for the day.
The Pittsburgh folks have planned to give the delegates a trip to Gettysburg and to entertain there. Goodness only knows but what they'll arrange to have us stop at Harrisburg and Philadelphia for entertainment.
In answer to Longfellow's question, "What is so rare as a day in June?' I might say May 31, 1916.
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter is June 7.
Monday, May 16, 2016
May 16, 1916 - Three beans.
This letter is a retelling of the day's news and nothing out of the ordinary until the last line. You'll see it when you get there.
May 16, 1916
My dear Helen,
Am en route to Ansonia for a speaking engagement. Suppering here, and am not very hungry – for some reason- tho very tired. Will probably remain over night and start for Bridgeport early to try those divorce cases tomorrow.
The road to New York – via auto – is terrible just now. It is undergoing a spring overhauling, and there are something like six long and rough detours, that, I’m told, just double the travelling time.
Normally it should take about three hours running time, but I can’t see the fun of making one rough and rocky trip of six hours, and knowing that it must be made back again at night; so that I will not venture in my car till the roads are open again. Curses!
Was told this afternoon that some special service is to be held at our Temple Saturday morning, and have been requested to participate too.
You know the Town is to become a city in January. Also that someone spoke to the officials a week or so ago outlining what he thought ought be done preparatory to the municipal change, making several suggestions regarding financial systems, bond issues etc. etc. Also recommending that a small committee be selected to investigate this subject.
Well, today Mr. Keen told me that he, I and several others had been appointed to carry out those suggestions and recommendations, and report at an early date that the necessary preparations may be entered upon. Hubbard well said “The reward for work, is more work. By bearing burdens or responsibilities we prepare to bear greater burdens etc”.
It’s 7:15. The machine is honking.
*Three beans.
Sincerely,
Joe
* Three beans was an expression used in World War I that meant:
Very good; very well; from the French tres bien
Dickson, P. (1994). War Slang: American Fighting Words & Phrases Since the Civil War. Dover.
Thenext letter is May 31.
May 16, 1916
My dear Helen,
Am en route to Ansonia for a speaking engagement. Suppering here, and am not very hungry – for some reason- tho very tired. Will probably remain over night and start for Bridgeport early to try those divorce cases tomorrow.
The road to New York – via auto – is terrible just now. It is undergoing a spring overhauling, and there are something like six long and rough detours, that, I’m told, just double the travelling time.
Normally it should take about three hours running time, but I can’t see the fun of making one rough and rocky trip of six hours, and knowing that it must be made back again at night; so that I will not venture in my car till the roads are open again. Curses!
Was told this afternoon that some special service is to be held at our Temple Saturday morning, and have been requested to participate too.
You know the Town is to become a city in January. Also that someone spoke to the officials a week or so ago outlining what he thought ought be done preparatory to the municipal change, making several suggestions regarding financial systems, bond issues etc. etc. Also recommending that a small committee be selected to investigate this subject.
Well, today Mr. Keen told me that he, I and several others had been appointed to carry out those suggestions and recommendations, and report at an early date that the necessary preparations may be entered upon. Hubbard well said “The reward for work, is more work. By bearing burdens or responsibilities we prepare to bear greater burdens etc”.
It’s 7:15. The machine is honking.
*Three beans.
Sincerely,
Joe
* Three beans was an expression used in World War I that meant:
Very good; very well; from the French tres bien
Dickson, P. (1994). War Slang: American Fighting Words & Phrases Since the Civil War. Dover.
Thenext letter is May 31.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
May 12, 1916 - If anyone was looking to shoot me at sunrise . . .
Funny flowery letter with humor about his life as a lawyer.
May 12, 1916
Dear Helen,
If any one was looking to shoot me at sunrise today, he could easily have found me gliding along the blossoming cherry trees this morning, as the robins were rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, and as the early worms were arising to be caught – as alleged in an ancient proverb. Some language!
There are two cases next week that I’ll have to try, that are very peculiar, to say the least. In one case to defend a lady sued for divorce, who denies the allegations and “defies the alligator” as twere said, and another to defend a man, who is sued by his wife and feels the same way as the other defendant. The latter is a minister, and the case will be trying in more ways than one. It would seem that some people have as much trouble navigating the troublesome seas of matrimony as the nations at was are presenting to the international situation. But votes cannot help domestic submarines.
Expect to go to Temple tonight, what do you think of that?
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter will be May 16.
Dear Helen,
If any one was looking to shoot me at sunrise today, he could easily have found me gliding along the blossoming cherry trees this morning, as the robins were rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, and as the early worms were arising to be caught – as alleged in an ancient proverb. Some language!
There are two cases next week that I’ll have to try, that are very peculiar, to say the least. In one case to defend a lady sued for divorce, who denies the allegations and “defies the alligator” as twere said, and another to defend a man, who is sued by his wife and feels the same way as the other defendant. The latter is a minister, and the case will be trying in more ways than one. It would seem that some people have as much trouble navigating the troublesome seas of matrimony as the nations at was are presenting to the international situation. But votes cannot help domestic submarines.
Expect to go to Temple tonight, what do you think of that?
Sincerely,
Joe
The next letter will be May 16.
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