March 21, 1917 - I'll let you into a little secret. Don't tell any one.

Here is a letter filled with information about Joe's house hunting. He also brings up, as he often does, his food intake. Here is the car that Joe went out for a ride in which Joe  mentions at the beginning of this letter.

 1917 Pierce Arrow Roadster

March 31,1917.

Darling:

This is really the first day of spring-when maiden's thoughts turn to fancy, and youth's to love etcetera, as the poet would say. And in addition I received your lovely letter. What more can a mortal want? Lots, I hear you say. Yes, and better yet, a house on one of those lots. Yizza boy.

I have just returned from Shelton(l2:40)P.M. and will go to New Haven this afternoon in a nice new Pierce Arrow Roadster.   You know that I sometimes think that I'll get a two-passenger car and then again a five. I think it depends on just what's what, I think of a larger one when thinking of taking friends out; and then when I find them heckling you, well perhaps my nature isn't so generous in that direction, that's all.

Miss Reitter has been ill since Saturday, and we are again short-handed. It is a slight attack of grippe and perhaps she'll be back again this week.

I'm very happy that you will be able, or rather that you were able last night to try to return to your little bed early.

Monday night I went to Shelton and worked with Mr. Kneen and the City Clerk till way late; last night the meeting kept up till after twelve; so to-night I'll try to repeat your performance.

I can hardly tell about Thursday night just yet; but the phone is still in use, and maybe I'll change my mind about not calling on the phone again; your letters sound so good and I know that you are feeling that way.

But I'll be in New York early Saturday afternoon if you have tickets for the recital, Please let me know whether you have secured the same, so that I may plan accordingly. My idea would be to take the train about 12:46 arriving somewhere about two; and then again I might be able to arrange to get away earlier, if Miss Reitter returns this week, as we hope she will.

Now for some pretty good news. Pretty good I told you, and remember it is only news. I spent quite some time looking over the Miller house in Shelton. That is the one that sets back from the street about 200 feet, with the large lawn in front filled with shade trees and many rose bushes, including three large magnolias, almost ready to bloom. The house has not been used for some time, and naturally -will require new painting and papering inside. At present it seems to be frescoed, and has very pretty electric fixtures, a new steam boiler, instantaneous hot water heater and many other convenient appliances. Of course, it is a large place, with many rooms, and I'll talk it over with you before anything is done. The price of it is considerable, and I am figuring what the expense of the upkeep would be to see whether we ought to consider it in view of that fact. In the meantime also I have been conferring with another man about a house that I think you’ll like much better, and will undoubtedly have definite “dope” when I see you.

I'll let you into a little secret. Don't tell any one. I got in very late last night and did not retire till two. Having a court appointment early this morning I made the seven o'clock train, but had to rush away without “breakfast”. When I arrived here I found both girls out, and Charles and the Doctor gone for lunch, they assuming that I'd arrive about noon, and await their return. Well, they haven't returned as yet and so I am waiting.

I was interrupted several times by clients calling both personally and on the phone, so it is now two and not a mouthful since yesterday afternoon, when I remember distinctly that I had two poached eggs on toast and a cup of tea for supper, only. Yet when I get a chance to look anything that resembles a square meal in the face, and seem to relish it, the eighth wonder of the wonder­ful world seems to be happening, according to the comment. And to tell the cold truth, it is so late that I have no desire for food, and presume that I'll wind up with a hungry headache before the day is out. The only saving feature of it is the fact that I'll take the ride to New Haven, and the open air will help some.

I saw a couple of cartoons in the paper and am sending them along; not that the match the kind and quality of yours, but mere-that they might make you smile at the suggestions.
In the meantime, enjoy yourself and like the spring, keep up your happy mood and radiate happiness as you so ably can. With lots of affection, I am

Your
Joe

The next letter is March 23

March 20, 1917 - sh – maybe I might take a day off in addition; who knows?

Here is a fun letter catching Helen up on daily life and his mother's shoulder.

Tuesday noon,

My darling,

Not only your letter but also its length and contents made me very happy this morning. I was in Shelton last night and must go there again tonight. For that reason I may not have a chance to write today, and so take this occasion.

You go right ahead and hear Ysaye Wednesday. It’s a treat of a life time, so don’t miss it. I’ll not go to New York, but remain here and get out some other things I can see on my desk waiting.

As to Thursday, I cannot really tell whether I can get away that night. If so, I’ll be very glad to do it.
So far as your going to Lakewood for a week or two is concerned, I don’t know but that it is a good idea. It will give your mother a fine opportunity to rest up a bit and a change of scenery. Of course you can figure on my seeing you as often there as in New York and – sh – sh – maybe I might take a day off in addition; who knows?

Mother’s shoulder is very painful as yet, but it is relaxing and will probably pass away very soon now. There, the phone is ringing for me. Wait!
All right. Oh, last night on the car I found an old Leslie’s weekly describing the revolution in Costa Rica and showing a picture of General Tinoko (spelled that way) who is now the President. Ever hear of him? With love and kisses

I am
Your
Joe

The next letter is March 21

March 19, 1917 - The world laughs, in spite of itself and its great struggles.

Short and sweet notes to Helen.

Monday near six,

Dearest,

I have just spoken to Mayor Kneen over the phone and we plan to work tonight.
I have also seen a beautiful automobile today that made some impression on me,. Only room for four, and maybe that's sufficient - no!

Oh, how much I could write just now. How much I could whisper to you.
But time moves on. The sun is still brilliant and the world laughs, in spite of itself and its great struggles. That's what urges men on and on.

And good women, who know these men and appreciate their weaknesses, add to their joy of doing and loving.

Do you know that when I saw those hyacinths - the white ones - that Hubbards' ideal woman came to mind? Can you imagine that in the same thought, you were as much my human ideal as I could wish for? And how I would have to take care of her, too.
Nay more, I saw a very pretty platinum watch bracelet and black band. Saw, remember. And I thought of that purse etc. and will wait till Wednesday, yes.

It's time for the train. I close seeing you smiling showing those white teeth and a faint trace of shine under that pink nose powder of yours, in my mind's eye. One big fond embrace as I rush off, as usual.
Catch that kiss.

Your
Joe

The next letter is March 20

March 15, 1917 - I am scheduled to try a case where a man beat up his wife pretty badly.

Here is a letter with an interesting story about Joe's nieces and going to church.

My darling:

Here again is the end of another day; and Saturday is rapidly approaching. I completed my work rather early this afternoon, and really might have gone down to New York, but I knew that you had other engagements for to-night with Nettie - I believe.

Tomorrow night, Justice Wheeler of our Supreme Court has invited the members of our Bar to his home to personally meet three new Judges who were recently appointed by our Governor, and to have a little social session there.

Saturday morning, I see in to-night's paper, I am scheduled
to try a case where a man beat up his wife pretty badly. So that as
soon as that is over, I will leave Shelton direct for New York and
perhaps may arrive   early in the afternoon , though the chances are
probably that I'll take the usual 4:10.   Should I find that I can
get away earlier, I'll wire you, but do not alter any of your plans
for the afternoon on my account.

I have several motions to prepare for the morning and as you are aware I am at the office at the present time.

A funny thing happened to the kiddies yesterday. Listen. The girl had Lucile, Myra, and Beatrice out for a stroll. As she passed the St. Augustine Roman Catholic Church, she went in, and overcome by her religious zeal, naturally kneeled and prayed. The three little kids, perhaps thinking that necessary each did likewise. Can you imagine little Myra down on her knees, also on her fores (the girl said) in a sotto voice, in which Lucile also joined, starting their own little night prayer “Father we thank thee for the day, for the hours of work and play, for the shining stars above, for Thy great and tender love, help us Lord Thy will to do, help us to be more loving kind and true, forever and ever Amen"? That's what they did. Of course Stella was mortified when she heard it but at that it showed the kids had a prayer handy when needed. The girl has received new instructions rel­ative to attending church, however.

With lots of love and just a little truck load full of kisses,

I am Your
Joe

The next letter is March 19

March 13, 1917 - Tomorrow morning I will argue to the Jury and then will await the verdict.

Another short letter but it is Joe's way of communication.

Tuesday afternoon

Dear Helen,

It is after dinner, so I ought to say Tuesday night; but having been away all day in Court, I feel as if the whole day is not over yet.

The show must have been great, to give you a chance to write between the acts.

Tomorrow morning I will argue to the Jury and then will await the verdict.

Barnet is here waiting for a chance to write his name on here.
You'll be surprised to hear that he was promoted for being a good boy and doing good work. Some class, eh!

The little ones are just as well and happy as ever again, and are having the time of their young lives.
Tomorrow is not far off is it?
I have been arguing since 3:30 and am rather exhausted. Talked out, as it were. So you will not expect much of an intelligent letter.

That taxi you saw just made the train in time. I had a good run up stairs, and I think I caught my breath near Stamford.
Be that as it may, I an anxiously awaiting tomorrow.

With love and kisses
I am Your
Joe

A couple more from
Barnet
Also one from (cat paw)

The next letter will be March 15

March 12, 1917 - Mother fell and injured her left shoulder quite badly.

Just a quick note. I think by the end you will see why he sent this note to Helen.

Monday, near six.
My darling,

To drop just a line is all I have time for now. I must take the 6:01 for Shelton and have a Board of Alderman's meeting to attend.

Tomorrow at 10 we start the Armour case. And the thought that you wish me luck gives me courage to go to it - strong.

I have been very conservative today. I only spent the noon hour at lunch with Senator Williamson talking about my wonderful fiance.
Dear, with this balmy air, and some spring clothes, makes me think I'm in Palm Beach, but, what's the use of thinking!

Mother fell and injured her left shoulder quite badly. Louis was looking after it yesterday; but he had to return to college, so a regular doctor is on the job. She can get around, but it's painful you know. A little tip, drop her a line. You know she's just as fond of you as

Your
Joe

The next letter is March 13

March 9, 1917 - You were the most adorable gal Thursday.

Joe gets into talking about cases with Helen. I wish I had the article she sent him.

March 9, 1917

My darling,

I have been terribly occupied since I saw you last. All day yesterday in Court, and all evening till past midnight with a number of men who formed a new and rather large crucible company. All this morning and afternoon in Court, and now, a little past five, in the office, Charles says that Stella has some meeting for the evening, so he'll be alone "why can't we go to the office and look over some things". Yes, why can't we?

Your card today was good. Speaking of goodness, do you know that you were the most adorable gal Thursday. I could hardly realize it, for you know what I think already of you.
It almost tempts me to go down Wednesdays for a while, till I don't have to go anywhere to see you , excepting home.

I rather Smiled at that queer article you sent me. You wont believe it, but I haven't changed my opinion yet. The article doesn't help me to, either; for from the slight facts stated it appears that the son had made arrangements by wireless for the body to be brought to New York, and the boat then failed to do so. Isn't that a case of simple breach of contract? Is not is like a case where I order a crate of grapefruit, and then the party fails to deliver it after he accepted the order? And the damages in the ship case are rather enhanced by sentiment, but isn't it, at the bottom a breach of contract, a contract to bring the body and then a violation of it? If you say "yes" how is such a case equivalent to one where a man would sue because his father was buried at sea? The nature of the suit is different. If the man had 4 sons, naturally one would make arrangements for the funeral, and if he was thwarted, he could sue. But if one son could sue on general principles, why not all. If he was a Mormon, ye gods - but - why argue it?

My Saturday plans are again changed. I think I'll go down as usual. Maybe a little earlier, but I doubt it. The 4:10 looks good to me, now.

With love I am

Your
Joe

The next letter is March 12

March 2, 1917 - With love as deep as the ocean, but not so green.

So March begins with lots of charm.

Friday evening

Dearest lil girl,

To night is the lonesomest ever. You would naturally think that of yesterday, but then, I was tired and retired early. But tonight, my, but every thing looks so vacant.

However, tomorrow isn't so far away is it?

Your presence certainly was auspicious. This morning I argued several cases, and succeeded in each. That's your inspiration, when you are as lovely and charming as I saw you Wednesday and yesterday.
I am going to Seymour, Conn. tomorrow and expect to be back in time for the 12:46 or 1:03 noon train. That arrives in New York (Grand Central) around 2 or 2:15 or so. I haven't my timetable and so can't tell.

Please write me next week and I'll send you a batch of blotters and a dozen of the finest pencils made. I am not in the office, and without the reminder will probably not think of it.
I believe you said you would wait at your home for my phone call. Of course I'll phone the instant I arrive.

In that remote possibility that always faces a professional man that I cannot get back to Bridgeport for the noon train, then I'll wire your house, and you can see me after the concert. Don't worry, I'll not let this happen, if possible.

I'm going on this trip in the morning in a handsome new coupet car, magnificently upholstered. A chum of days agone is having me driven up at my request.
But, oh pshaw, I'll be all alone, with you in New York pounding the ivories. And later you'll pound another dome, of pure solid ivory. Nicht pas? With love as deep as the ocean, but not so green.

Your,
Joe

The next letter is March 9

February 27, 1917 - I have a de luxe headache . . . b'lieve me it's a beaut.

Here is a quick fun note touching base and tighten up plans. They see each other the following day for the Charity Ball at the Harmony Lodge.I have included the page from Helen's date book from that day. This letter ends the month of February 1917.

Tuesday
Dearest,

You'll overlook the paper I'm using, for it's all I can get hold of after the kids finished decorating the house.

Your suggestion to leave around two and arrive at 3:24 or 3:37, I don't recall which, is a good one. I'll have the machine at the depot waiting.
I was out of town all day, and have a very de luxe headache at present. It's my first one in ages, and b'lieve me it's a beaut.

I ought to be in the office tonight but our lodge has a very important meeting, prior to the Charity Ball, and have been requested to attend. Home in bed just now is my place; but what can be done?
I don't think it a good plan for Cousin Clara to add any members to the party, for the reason that while we would be glad to extend our hospitality, we have a rather large party now, and each girl with an escort; but to add another girl would make it rather uncomfortable for her, because there would be no one to look out for her welfare.

Nat being much, if any, of a dancer myself, you know that it's up to me to get you some good partners. Ye gads, isn't that some task to select good dancers and look after committee work, without further responsibilities?

Barnet is writing all kinds of things. Want to see his name? Here it is. Barnet Shapiro. He did it with his little pencil. The kid is just tickled to think I'd let him "write in Aunt Helen's letter".
Tommy is at the other house so I can't add his autograph. Here is a duplicate.

With lots of love and kisses till tomorrow at 3:24 or there abouts I am
Your
Joe

Helen's datebook from 1917

The next letter will be March 2

February 26, 1917 - Train seats were at the same premium as onions.

I never know when I sit down to transcribe one of Joe's letters what interesting information I will find..
Apparently there was an onion shortage in 1917 as he states in the letter. I found this interesting article in "The Western Fruit Jobber". I have copied the page with the information about onions and you can see it below the letter.

 February 26,1917,

My dear:
Last night though the train ran in several sections, seats were at the same premium as onions seem to be. So when I arrived at Bridgeport, before going any further I called up Shelton and inquired of the officer in charge at night whether there were any cases for the morrow. Of course you will remem­ber that we were to have a special session of the Superior Court in Bridgeport this morning, and naturally was pleased when I heard that there were several cases awaiting me in the morning.

The result was that I arose at six, got to Shelton, finished and started back for Bridgeport, arriving at 10:30 and then in Court till one.
This afternoon the only thing L did that might be of any interest to you, I imagine, was to make the necessary reser­vations at the Club and Hotel for Wednesday,
The folks this evening have gone to a Red Cross meeting that is being held at the Temple; but I am at the office trying to do a little work, occasionally.
It has not rained bit to-day, but the streets at the crossings are very muddy or rather slimy, and everything seems so dull and forlorn. The very grey clouds seem to be filled with showers of rain, but will not disgorge. If they had a good cry and got it over with, perhaps the sun could come out again
and give a real day to us tomorrow. It's about time for it.

In looking over the Hebrew Standard or the American Hebrew I believe the enclosed article seemed very attractive, and the more I read it the more it appealed to me, so am ending it along for what it is worth.

Tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll be in Stamford for the morning, and in New Haven in the afternoon; and if it is a. nice day, the automobile ride ought to be very fine. Don't you wish you were hare to take the little journey?

Wherever you go in the City you will find the head of the "Mahstar" displayed on posters, of course. Wont it be lovely to have him and his accompanying friends to dinner in a nice little party on Wednesday?

I am rather curious to see your letter tomorrow, I did not intend to mention it, but expect to hear you say something about the old New England courtship of lost night/where... the Puritan
was snugly seated somewhere near Plymouth Rock and Miss Amsterdam, or perhaps Miss Vir G. Inya (Virginia - Joe being funny) somewhere near Hampton Roads, and were engaged in a vary absorbing conversation on whether Heinz beans were canned etcetera.

So now to my briefs. With the same ardent love as of yore, I am still, not so very still at that sometimes, your
Joe

The next letter will be February 27