Tuesday, April 18, 2017
April 18, 1917 - Chicago's Recipe for better living.
This is a random post that is actually not from this date but much earlier. I am sorting thru photographs and clippings from Joe and Helen's archive and found this among Helen's treasured saved clippings. The first thing that caught my attention was that the type in the middle was really amazing for a newspaper to do graphically in 1913. Helen was always conscious of healthy living. This is apparent from something she chose to save from when she was about 20 years old.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
April 13, 1917 - You know it is still Passover, and so far haven't broken the faith, such as it is.
Here is the follow up letter to the one Joe wrote later yesterday night.The first mention that they observed Passover. Also his mention of Friday the 13th. He was certainly proud of the direction his career was taking.
April 13,1917.
My dearest:
I really do not know just when that letter I posted last night reached you, for it was very late when I retired from the office. And it is almost as late again to-night, but I hope this gets to you in the early mail, as it should.
I had another chat-but only for a moment-with the man that owns the little house in Shelton, and we have an appointment for tomorrow Saturday-afternoon-to meet in my office here, and see what's what. Of course, I expect to get away around 4:10 or 4:40, and he may not arrive till that time but if he does, perhaps I'll know the result by the time I get to New York, who knows?
You are out for the afternoon, and perhaps I'll arrange things so that I will leave a little later than usual, but it is difficult just now to say. I feel that I'd like to be able to close the deal so that I can bring you good news, and you know that I'll try. The main matter now is just when he would let me take possession, for if not very soon, I should not even consider it; what say you?
This was a very good day, in spite of the fact that it is Friday the thirteenth. I think the most important case I ever tackled came off to-day, and I tried it single handed, even to the point of preparing my own briefs, gathering the data, and making the argument that lasted for nearly two and one half hours.
As is usual the decision is reserved by the Court, who looks up the matter on his own accord, and studies it out, and then decides as he finds the law on the facts warrant. Sometimes we may obtain the decision in a day or two, and sometimes longer, all depending on the merits of the matter, that is whether it is involved and intricate or simple. (Notice the mis-struck letters-I'm not used to using the machines, now that we have two fine girls at them). For that matter I never was much at typewriting, don’t you think?
But the case went along splendidly, and it came out better in the presentation than I really expected it would. I got quite a few pats for the clearness of the spiel etc. so the day started out right. Here's a joke. That 13 dinner to-night never was. Mr. Kneen the host was called to Boston yesterday on an important matter, and could not return, so we all agreed that we would adjourn it till sometime next week, when we could all agree. I was tickled because you know it is still Passover, and so far haven't broken the faith, such as it is. In fact I had a banquet of the Yale Alumni last night, but stayed in and worked,t hat being one of the reasons. So I've tried to be as good as you would have me, and leave the results in your hands.
Perhaps I am not reducing as fast as you would like, but one of the judges said to me to-day that I ought to get married or do something, for I needed someone to feed me up, for I was getting terribly thin. Zowie, I didn't think I looked that bad. I had on a blue serge suit that is rather a tight model, and perhaps it was rather deceptive.
Of course you are interested to know that Mrs. Tabs has three kittens, two jet black, and one just like herself. Mr. Tom Kat is a rather proud uncle, for when I went to the barrel where the young uns are resting, he walked along, and kind of looked happy-like, like one who understands cats can read in their feline countenances.
When I finished my case this noon, I received a flattering invitation to dinner at the University Club, but outside of the fact that this is the holiday season, since I've had the idea drummed into my head to reduce, and that I was becoming the rival of the late Bunny, eats don't look as good to me as of yore. I do not know just what it is, but in the recent past I could think ahead at a meal with a relish, and lick my chops-at it were-but that is gone. Eats to me are now what washing the hair is to a woman, a necessity, with apologies afterward. And to make matters worse, Billy Sunday says a bath is only temporary. You would think it instantaneous and disappearing if you saw the kids this afternoon, when they came in from the garden.
I shall try to get this in the mail before the last train goes, so will conserve paper, and rush on to the conclusion, whatever that is.
I received a copy of Dr. Wise's address on the Russian Revolution, and it is a dandy. Will take it along, if it is handy. And will also take along a cake that mother had fussed about for several days and has just gotten ready. I hope it does not smell too savory, for temptation to open the package and sample it is rather great.
Here is hoping you enjoy the walk and tea with your highbrow friends. Wont you feel gay and care-free to have a Saturday afternoon off from the little fat man from the country?
With lots of love, and several wireless kisses, the wireless have been sealed up, I am
Your
Joe
The next letter is April 18
April 13,1917.
My dearest:
I really do not know just when that letter I posted last night reached you, for it was very late when I retired from the office. And it is almost as late again to-night, but I hope this gets to you in the early mail, as it should.
I had another chat-but only for a moment-with the man that owns the little house in Shelton, and we have an appointment for tomorrow Saturday-afternoon-to meet in my office here, and see what's what. Of course, I expect to get away around 4:10 or 4:40, and he may not arrive till that time but if he does, perhaps I'll know the result by the time I get to New York, who knows?
You are out for the afternoon, and perhaps I'll arrange things so that I will leave a little later than usual, but it is difficult just now to say. I feel that I'd like to be able to close the deal so that I can bring you good news, and you know that I'll try. The main matter now is just when he would let me take possession, for if not very soon, I should not even consider it; what say you?
This was a very good day, in spite of the fact that it is Friday the thirteenth. I think the most important case I ever tackled came off to-day, and I tried it single handed, even to the point of preparing my own briefs, gathering the data, and making the argument that lasted for nearly two and one half hours.
As is usual the decision is reserved by the Court, who looks up the matter on his own accord, and studies it out, and then decides as he finds the law on the facts warrant. Sometimes we may obtain the decision in a day or two, and sometimes longer, all depending on the merits of the matter, that is whether it is involved and intricate or simple. (Notice the mis-struck letters-I'm not used to using the machines, now that we have two fine girls at them). For that matter I never was much at typewriting, don’t you think?
But the case went along splendidly, and it came out better in the presentation than I really expected it would. I got quite a few pats for the clearness of the spiel etc. so the day started out right. Here's a joke. That 13 dinner to-night never was. Mr. Kneen the host was called to Boston yesterday on an important matter, and could not return, so we all agreed that we would adjourn it till sometime next week, when we could all agree. I was tickled because you know it is still Passover, and so far haven't broken the faith, such as it is. In fact I had a banquet of the Yale Alumni last night, but stayed in and worked,t hat being one of the reasons. So I've tried to be as good as you would have me, and leave the results in your hands.
Perhaps I am not reducing as fast as you would like, but one of the judges said to me to-day that I ought to get married or do something, for I needed someone to feed me up, for I was getting terribly thin. Zowie, I didn't think I looked that bad. I had on a blue serge suit that is rather a tight model, and perhaps it was rather deceptive.
Of course you are interested to know that Mrs. Tabs has three kittens, two jet black, and one just like herself. Mr. Tom Kat is a rather proud uncle, for when I went to the barrel where the young uns are resting, he walked along, and kind of looked happy-like, like one who understands cats can read in their feline countenances.
When I finished my case this noon, I received a flattering invitation to dinner at the University Club, but outside of the fact that this is the holiday season, since I've had the idea drummed into my head to reduce, and that I was becoming the rival of the late Bunny, eats don't look as good to me as of yore. I do not know just what it is, but in the recent past I could think ahead at a meal with a relish, and lick my chops-at it were-but that is gone. Eats to me are now what washing the hair is to a woman, a necessity, with apologies afterward. And to make matters worse, Billy Sunday says a bath is only temporary. You would think it instantaneous and disappearing if you saw the kids this afternoon, when they came in from the garden.
I shall try to get this in the mail before the last train goes, so will conserve paper, and rush on to the conclusion, whatever that is.
I received a copy of Dr. Wise's address on the Russian Revolution, and it is a dandy. Will take it along, if it is handy. And will also take along a cake that mother had fussed about for several days and has just gotten ready. I hope it does not smell too savory, for temptation to open the package and sample it is rather great.
Here is hoping you enjoy the walk and tea with your highbrow friends. Wont you feel gay and care-free to have a Saturday afternoon off from the little fat man from the country?
With lots of love, and several wireless kisses, the wireless have been sealed up, I am
Your
Joe
The next letter is April 18
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
April 12, 1917 - I am getting two new typewritters. What do you think od that?
Busy Joe getting this out in the middle of the night. As you can see the post mark says April 13 at 2:30 A.M. It is still amazing to me how often the mail was picked up in 1917. Here is an illustration of the car that little Lucile knew about.
April 12,1917.
My dearest:
Here is some surprising news, so take it easy. I am getting two new typewriters. What do you think of that?
No, not girls, of course, but the instruments. I had a session this afternoon with typewriter men, and have decided the fact "ultimately, why not now" was a good one, and selected accordingly. Needless to say the girls are delighted, with the new wash-boards as Clara calls them.
Will you believe it that I haven't had any spare moments since I saw you last. The train ran in on time last night, and still I did not retire till after one. This day has been a real one, and now at eight thirty I am still in the office, where I expect to be till midnight at least. Three briefs must be finished before dawn, and believe me they will be, if it's all night. They are to be presented in the morning and I have yet to be late in Court with matters of this kind.
I haven't written on a machine so long that it seems strange, and I guess it will read about the same way. But you do not mind a little thing like that I hope.
The folks have all gone to Treasure Island to-night, and I received an "invite". I still recall entering the schule in the second act.
Barnet was watching his mother write a letter. I said that it reminded me that I had to get one out too. Barnet said "I just can guess who too ---- Aunt Helen." And then he proceeded to show me that he knew ten different telephone numbers by heart, and could name eight different autos, Lucile got as far as Lyon Knight and stopped, and Myra chimed in by saying she wanted to ride on the "font" seat, with “Twoohart”.
I wish that you were here just now. I know that you could give me a lot of help. I have so many books and papers all around that you could help me file away, then sort out, and then get ready for the typists use, by arranging the pages, setting up the paragraphs, punctuation etc. etc. And I believe in arguing with you, I would get a different view on some of the matters.
Just another thought and I must get to work. I have just had a twenty-minute talk over the wire with my friend in Shelton, whom I gave a little absent treatment, and he is very anxious to know what I'll do, but has not decided himself just when he wishes to vacate. I have told him repeatedly that he must absolutely give me a definite date when I could take possession before I would even consider the matter, for what's the use if he desires to stay in till next Fall. So he said tomorrow at three he would call me.
I wish I had more time to write just now, but dear, the night is rushing on, and there is a pile of work ahead. Will you excuse me now? I'll write much more tomorrow, really and tell you of mv plans for Saturday. Now I’m thinking of staying here till the late train and getting in around six or so, as long as you’ll be out; what do you say? With love, your
JOE
The next letter is April 13
April 12,1917.
My dearest:
Here is some surprising news, so take it easy. I am getting two new typewriters. What do you think of that?
No, not girls, of course, but the instruments. I had a session this afternoon with typewriter men, and have decided the fact "ultimately, why not now" was a good one, and selected accordingly. Needless to say the girls are delighted, with the new wash-boards as Clara calls them.
Will you believe it that I haven't had any spare moments since I saw you last. The train ran in on time last night, and still I did not retire till after one. This day has been a real one, and now at eight thirty I am still in the office, where I expect to be till midnight at least. Three briefs must be finished before dawn, and believe me they will be, if it's all night. They are to be presented in the morning and I have yet to be late in Court with matters of this kind.
I haven't written on a machine so long that it seems strange, and I guess it will read about the same way. But you do not mind a little thing like that I hope.
The folks have all gone to Treasure Island to-night, and I received an "invite". I still recall entering the schule in the second act.
Barnet was watching his mother write a letter. I said that it reminded me that I had to get one out too. Barnet said "I just can guess who too ---- Aunt Helen." And then he proceeded to show me that he knew ten different telephone numbers by heart, and could name eight different autos, Lucile got as far as Lyon Knight and stopped, and Myra chimed in by saying she wanted to ride on the "font" seat, with “Twoohart”.
I wish that you were here just now. I know that you could give me a lot of help. I have so many books and papers all around that you could help me file away, then sort out, and then get ready for the typists use, by arranging the pages, setting up the paragraphs, punctuation etc. etc. And I believe in arguing with you, I would get a different view on some of the matters.
Just another thought and I must get to work. I have just had a twenty-minute talk over the wire with my friend in Shelton, whom I gave a little absent treatment, and he is very anxious to know what I'll do, but has not decided himself just when he wishes to vacate. I have told him repeatedly that he must absolutely give me a definite date when I could take possession before I would even consider the matter, for what's the use if he desires to stay in till next Fall. So he said tomorrow at three he would call me.
I wish I had more time to write just now, but dear, the night is rushing on, and there is a pile of work ahead. Will you excuse me now? I'll write much more tomorrow, really and tell you of mv plans for Saturday. Now I’m thinking of staying here till the late train and getting in around six or so, as long as you’ll be out; what do you say? With love, your
JOE
The next letter is April 13
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
April 11, 1917 - Woman should be given the same and equal privileges as man. Ask the question, what do I desire to be? What do I expect to accomplish?
This letter could be placed into our life today and we would see that not much has changed. The thing that is interesting about this letter is the proof that equal rights for woman was front and center. Joe was obviously upset that Helen's youngest sister Lillie was thinking of leaving school. Lillie had just turned 17 and was very bright. She went on to be very successful and driven - without a college education.
April 10, 1917
Helen dear:
Tomorrow is rather a big day in these parts, for the April session of the Supreme Court convenes, and in the evening is the occasion for the Republican convention at Hartford. But today was unique.
I was assigned to try four cases; each short ones, and the first started with the accused pleading guilty and saving the necessity of a trial. The second one that came on, so to speak, at eleven, was disposed of in a few moments, because we got together on the facts, and submitted the matter on an agreed statement of the situation; the third at two was defaulted because the other side didn’t feel the importance of appearing; and the fourth was adjourned at the request of counsel who were indisposed. And so, as Elbert Hubbard used to say "our worst troubles are those that never arrive? This was a case where anticipation was not better than realization.
The result was that a goodly part of the day was available to make arrangements to get away for tomorrow and Wednesday; and as the program is now arranged we’11 be back home Wednesday evening.
I had a good laugh tonight in looking at the Journal’s funny pictures to see one where the man asks at the front entrance of a movie how much it costs to see "New Monia", And spicking of that-as Abe Kabibble would say-Ramona recalls an interesting comment on Siegfried that I heard somewhere. I trust that this is not lost in the ice avalanches with the polar bears.
Did Lillie decide to continue in school? It would be tragic for a girl of her mental calibre to suddenly quit. Remember what Mr. Osborne said about exercising the mind, also the conscience? Well, if you remove the influence of the thoughts of lessons, no matter what, what will be substituted. I was reading Dr,Wise1s address on "Woman and Democracy “and the whole theme seems to be based on the fact that woman should be given the same and equal privileges as man. Then, to paraphrase Hubbard, going the same way, they could go hand in hand. His thesis is based on the assumption that this generation will witness the equal participation of woman in politics and diplomacy; and so it will. What advantage are the young girls taking of their educational opportunities to fit themselves to assume and participate in the responsibilities that will surely he cast upon them?
I know a little girl here about fourteen years of age: she has but one arm, and is the oldest of five children. The mother died a year or two ago, and yet that little girl is not only taking care of the house, and properly attending to the children, and preparing them for school each day, but herself is very diligent and is at the head of her class. Contrast that with the subject of the lavender letter that Jean Purrell (is that correct?) when he reads it comments - oh, what scribbling and bad spelling, she was stupid; she must have been rich and beautiful,
A very simple way to solve that problem is to ask the question, what do I desire to be? What do I expect to accomplish? Why am I here, anyway, and what part can I play during the few moments that I am privileged to strut upon the stage? If you want to make a smile grow where a tear started ;or to make two laughs where there was only one before; or to try to leave the world just a little better than you found it, you've got to be in a continual state of preparedness.
All of that has been said before by others, either on the stage or in books, but what of it? It's true.
Still, talking will do little good. A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still. I guess that is what Dr. Wise meant or had in mind when he said
n A proof that woman's life is not completely occupied today is to be found in the circumstance that the so called home-keeping women, too many of them, are ever ready to flee hither and thither from one banality and extravagance to the other, with bridge-whist raging one year and tango teas the other ,and probably bare-footed rope jumping or stilt-walking, or some equally intellectual delight to become the chief obsession of nominally home-keeping women next year. Many young women within the past few years have confessed to a sense of loathing of the emptiness of their lives.”
Do you also remember that Warden Osborne spoke of the many good people simply following the wrong path because no one had pointed out the right, many who did not believe that there was an honest person in the world, many who had been offered no opportunities for improvement and so were misled? They were unfortunate indeed. And with just a little help and proper training they have made the finest kind of citizens.
What shall we say or think of a person who has opportunity and education begging him to listen, to lightly brush it aside? If I expect this letter to be read, it would be wise to stop sermonizing.
It can all be summed up in this mintage “we are punished by our sins, not for them." (Elbert Hubbard) Or perhaps better, "there is a tide in the affairs of men, ,which taken at the flood leads on to fortune, etc." (William Shakespeare) Meaning that if you have a hundred aces and a flush in spades, you should bid at least three fifty, anyhoe,
Sincerely
Joe
The next letter is April 12
April 10, 1917
Helen dear:
Tomorrow is rather a big day in these parts, for the April session of the Supreme Court convenes, and in the evening is the occasion for the Republican convention at Hartford. But today was unique.
I was assigned to try four cases; each short ones, and the first started with the accused pleading guilty and saving the necessity of a trial. The second one that came on, so to speak, at eleven, was disposed of in a few moments, because we got together on the facts, and submitted the matter on an agreed statement of the situation; the third at two was defaulted because the other side didn’t feel the importance of appearing; and the fourth was adjourned at the request of counsel who were indisposed. And so, as Elbert Hubbard used to say "our worst troubles are those that never arrive? This was a case where anticipation was not better than realization.
The result was that a goodly part of the day was available to make arrangements to get away for tomorrow and Wednesday; and as the program is now arranged we’11 be back home Wednesday evening.
I had a good laugh tonight in looking at the Journal’s funny pictures to see one where the man asks at the front entrance of a movie how much it costs to see "New Monia", And spicking of that-as Abe Kabibble would say-Ramona recalls an interesting comment on Siegfried that I heard somewhere. I trust that this is not lost in the ice avalanches with the polar bears.
Did Lillie decide to continue in school? It would be tragic for a girl of her mental calibre to suddenly quit. Remember what Mr. Osborne said about exercising the mind, also the conscience? Well, if you remove the influence of the thoughts of lessons, no matter what, what will be substituted. I was reading Dr,Wise1s address on "Woman and Democracy “and the whole theme seems to be based on the fact that woman should be given the same and equal privileges as man. Then, to paraphrase Hubbard, going the same way, they could go hand in hand. His thesis is based on the assumption that this generation will witness the equal participation of woman in politics and diplomacy; and so it will. What advantage are the young girls taking of their educational opportunities to fit themselves to assume and participate in the responsibilities that will surely he cast upon them?
I know a little girl here about fourteen years of age: she has but one arm, and is the oldest of five children. The mother died a year or two ago, and yet that little girl is not only taking care of the house, and properly attending to the children, and preparing them for school each day, but herself is very diligent and is at the head of her class. Contrast that with the subject of the lavender letter that Jean Purrell (is that correct?) when he reads it comments - oh, what scribbling and bad spelling, she was stupid; she must have been rich and beautiful,
A very simple way to solve that problem is to ask the question, what do I desire to be? What do I expect to accomplish? Why am I here, anyway, and what part can I play during the few moments that I am privileged to strut upon the stage? If you want to make a smile grow where a tear started ;or to make two laughs where there was only one before; or to try to leave the world just a little better than you found it, you've got to be in a continual state of preparedness.
All of that has been said before by others, either on the stage or in books, but what of it? It's true.
Still, talking will do little good. A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still. I guess that is what Dr. Wise meant or had in mind when he said
n A proof that woman's life is not completely occupied today is to be found in the circumstance that the so called home-keeping women, too many of them, are ever ready to flee hither and thither from one banality and extravagance to the other, with bridge-whist raging one year and tango teas the other ,and probably bare-footed rope jumping or stilt-walking, or some equally intellectual delight to become the chief obsession of nominally home-keeping women next year. Many young women within the past few years have confessed to a sense of loathing of the emptiness of their lives.”
Do you also remember that Warden Osborne spoke of the many good people simply following the wrong path because no one had pointed out the right, many who did not believe that there was an honest person in the world, many who had been offered no opportunities for improvement and so were misled? They were unfortunate indeed. And with just a little help and proper training they have made the finest kind of citizens.
What shall we say or think of a person who has opportunity and education begging him to listen, to lightly brush it aside? If I expect this letter to be read, it would be wise to stop sermonizing.
It can all be summed up in this mintage “we are punished by our sins, not for them." (Elbert Hubbard) Or perhaps better, "there is a tide in the affairs of men, ,which taken at the flood leads on to fortune, etc." (William Shakespeare) Meaning that if you have a hundred aces and a flush in spades, you should bid at least three fifty, anyhoe,
Sincerely
Joe
The next letter is April 12
Sunday, April 9, 2017
April 9, 1917 - It is just two o'clock and I've already been up for ten hours.
Just a quick note as Joe heads into a very busy schedule. Apparently there was a snow storm on April 8th.
April 9, 1917
My darling,
It is just two o'clock, after lunch, and I've already been up for ten hours. And I've discovered that there is a Board of Aldermen meeting for tonight in Shelton that will run perhaps into midnight. That's a pretty fair day, is it not? But it serves me right. You said it.
I have an appointment in a few minutes and am writing while the sun is bright, and the heavy blanket of snow is gone. Verily, lie the weather I spoke of last night.
I'll write again a little later, but drop the line having a minute to do so.
With lots of love I am
Your
Joe
Another weight enclosed. (Not saved)
The next letter is April 11
April 9, 1917
My darling,
It is just two o'clock, after lunch, and I've already been up for ten hours. And I've discovered that there is a Board of Aldermen meeting for tonight in Shelton that will run perhaps into midnight. That's a pretty fair day, is it not? But it serves me right. You said it.
I have an appointment in a few minutes and am writing while the sun is bright, and the heavy blanket of snow is gone. Verily, lie the weather I spoke of last night.
I'll write again a little later, but drop the line having a minute to do so.
With lots of love I am
Your
Joe
Another weight enclosed. (Not saved)
The next letter is April 11
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
April 5, 1917 - Dearest little lover of chop suey
This is a strange letter for me because it starts out talking in a way one may have talked 100 years ago but Joe would never talk like that today.
I say this because my promise to myself was to post the letters unedited. So, take some of the expressions for what they may have been 100 years ago.
Thursday afternoon
Dearest little lover of chop suey,
I am kind of sorry that I didn’t comply with your suggestion to go out for some of that Chinese gefilte fish; but was too comfortable and wanted just you and not some almond eyed Mongolian butting in; so I imagine you won’t mind, will you.
I just heard by phone from Louis. He said that he expected to have Friday evening off, and wanted to know whether I intended going to New York then I told him that I expected to be there and that he could call tomorrow and you might know what my plans are.
I heard that Bernard M. Kaplan Secretary of the District Grand Lodge No. 1 of the Bnai Brith, will conduct Seder service at Bnai Brith headquarters tomorrow night. I presume many of the synagogues are doing the same thing; and didn’t know whether you and Florence and Louis and I might not attend one. It is up to you to decide, and I’ll leave it with you.
If you do decide to go, you might phone to Independent Order Bnai Brith headquarters and make reservations. Perhaps it might be good to know whether ladies will be present.
Or perhaps you would stay at home for dinner. I really have no choice.
I am feeling fairly well today; but do you know that I was a sick Indian yistiddy? Your presence sure did cheer me up and bring me to again, so I’m up and being me to again, so I’m trying to think I’m getting near Friday very soon.
Oh dearie, please call up the Yale Club and have them reserve for me for Friday night. My Saturday night is taken care of already. I’ll give you the nickle for the call later. Or maybe I’ll buy you a “sody”. Who know?
Listen; I just thought, did I ever pay you for Nettie’s tickets? I can’t recall it, and want to be clear “on the books”, if not.
Do you want to try to get tickets for the “Opry” for Saturday matinee? Go to it, use your judgement and I’ll attend the mere details when I see you.
I have a case to try presently and so am not concerning myself too much on other dates beyond, realizing that you are some little fixer yourself.
With lots of lot and kisses
I am
Your
Joe
The next letter is April 9
I say this because my promise to myself was to post the letters unedited. So, take some of the expressions for what they may have been 100 years ago.
Thursday afternoon
Dearest little lover of chop suey,
I am kind of sorry that I didn’t comply with your suggestion to go out for some of that Chinese gefilte fish; but was too comfortable and wanted just you and not some almond eyed Mongolian butting in; so I imagine you won’t mind, will you.
I just heard by phone from Louis. He said that he expected to have Friday evening off, and wanted to know whether I intended going to New York then I told him that I expected to be there and that he could call tomorrow and you might know what my plans are.
I heard that Bernard M. Kaplan Secretary of the District Grand Lodge No. 1 of the Bnai Brith, will conduct Seder service at Bnai Brith headquarters tomorrow night. I presume many of the synagogues are doing the same thing; and didn’t know whether you and Florence and Louis and I might not attend one. It is up to you to decide, and I’ll leave it with you.
If you do decide to go, you might phone to Independent Order Bnai Brith headquarters and make reservations. Perhaps it might be good to know whether ladies will be present.
Or perhaps you would stay at home for dinner. I really have no choice.
I am feeling fairly well today; but do you know that I was a sick Indian yistiddy? Your presence sure did cheer me up and bring me to again, so I’m up and being me to again, so I’m trying to think I’m getting near Friday very soon.
Oh dearie, please call up the Yale Club and have them reserve for me for Friday night. My Saturday night is taken care of already. I’ll give you the nickle for the call later. Or maybe I’ll buy you a “sody”. Who know?
Listen; I just thought, did I ever pay you for Nettie’s tickets? I can’t recall it, and want to be clear “on the books”, if not.
Do you want to try to get tickets for the “Opry” for Saturday matinee? Go to it, use your judgement and I’ll attend the mere details when I see you.
I have a case to try presently and so am not concerning myself too much on other dates beyond, realizing that you are some little fixer yourself.
With lots of lot and kisses
I am
Your
Joe
The next letter is April 9
Monday, April 3, 2017
April 3, 1917 - Murder May Have been Committed
Here is the article that came out in the newspaper the day after the crime, from the post yesterday, was committed. They certainly worked fast to get this done. I have done a little searching and found part of a follow up article about the case. The article was from 1925 which shows that there were not very many murders in Shelton in those days.
The horribly burned body of William Broad Normanvin, a sawyer, was found in the smoldering ruins of a shack, near a woodcutting camp, on the farm of Walter Wheeler in lower White Hills, early Sunday evening. The body was in terrible condition when found, the arms and legs having been burned completely off, while the trunk and head were badly charred and burned, the condition of the body being such that it was impossible to tell whether the fire or previous wounds caused the
victim's death. Because of the circumstances surrounding the affair, Eugene Gagoin, who until Thursday was an engineer at the camp and had been discharged, was taken into custody by the police late last night. He is charged with having burned another shanty near the camp and is held under $5,000 bail as the police are inclined to the belief that they have evidence which will connect Gagoin with the crime.
Ill feeling apparent.
Both Normanvin and Gagoin worked for Allen Doolittle of Guilford, a woodcutting contractor, who is doing work for James E. Fair on the Wheeler farm. There are several others employed there and it is said that there has been more or less trouble and ill-feeling among the men. Both Normanvin and Gagoin were in the employ of Doolittle for six or seven years and are said to have not been very friendly. The ill will among the men resulted in having several small shacks erected for them, thus separating them when they were not working. On Thursday last, according to Mr. Doolittle's story, he discharged Gagoin and the latter took his belongings and left the camp. Mr. Doolittle said that he had more or less trouble with the man, who, he said, had threatened harm to Normanvin, and was no longer able to put up with his impudence. He seemed to fear discharging the man, as he said, he thought he might do some harm to him. When Gagoin left the camp on Thursday, Doolittle did not see him again. The latter went to New Haven on Saturday and did not return to the camp until early last night, after the body had been found.
From the stories current and from what was told the police it appears as though Gagoin returned to the camp either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. It was in the early hours of the morning, it is said, when one of the shanties was burned down and it happened to be the one that Gagoin had occupied when he worked for Doolittle. It is for the burning of this building that the police hold Gagoin. The latter is said to have remained in the camp during the day and was not interfered with by the other workmen, some of whom remained in their respective shacks or had left the camp on Saturday.
At the cabin
A man named Royal Cutts, who lives near the camp, and whose house is situated directly opposite to the shack in which Normanvin lived, claims to have seen Gagoin as late as 4:30 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. He told this morning that Gagoin visited his place at that hour and purchased some eggs, which he said he was going to take to Normanvin shack to fry. It is said that Cutts asked him where Normanvin was and that Gagoin replied he was in the shack and was drunk. To Cutts it appeared as though Gagoin was under the influence of liquor also.
It was a short time later when Cutts and other people in the neighborhood noticed the shack on fire and it was about 6 o'clock when the body was located among the ruins. Although burned beyond recognition the other workmen found no difficulty in identifying the body as being that of Normanvin. When it was located word was sent to the local police and Chief of Police W. P. Robbins, Lieut. E. I. Barnes and officer Ernest Nettleton secured an auto and were driven to the place which is about three miles from the center of the city. The police had been notified previously of the burning of the other shack and the information of the finding of the body made them believe from the beginning that Normanvin had met with foul play. Medical Examiner Lewis of Milford, was called and examined the body ordering its removal.
Arrested in derby.
After the blaze, Gagoin seems to have disappeared entirely although the police believe that it was he whom they passed while going to White Hills. They had not a description of the man at the time but upon arriving there and getting a description of him they concluded that they had passed him on the road. The man was later seen heading for Ansonia and Seymour and upon returning from White Hills, Lieut. Barnes and A. H. Beattie, started in pursuit of him they had reached the East Derby transfer point and Lieut. Barnes was talking with a policeman there asking if he had seen anyone answering the description pass there, when Mr. Beattie happened to look through the window of the trolley station and saw Gagoin sitting there asleep. He was brought back to Shelton and examined by the police and detained on the arson charge, bail being fixed at $5,000.
The police say that Gagoin when questioned denied all knowledge of the crime and said that he had returned to the camp to spend the day.
This morning Coroner Phalen and medical examiner Fitzgerald, both of Bridgeport, came to this city to investigate the death. Coroner Phalen did not remain, but returned to Bridgeport, while medical examiner Fitzgerald conducted an autopsy on the body in the undertaking parlors of C. E. Lewis and Son, and afterwards stated that he had nothing definite to give out but that the coroner was investigating the case. Prosecuting Attorney J. G. Shapiro spent a good portion of the morning in examining the witnesses and those who knew something about the case.
William Broad Normanvin was forty years old and a native of Montreal, Canada. He was single and worked for Mr. Doolittle about six years.
MURDER MAY HAVE BEEN COMMITTED
Charred body of William B. Normanvin Found in ruins of
Small Shack
Eugene Gagoin, a discharged employee, held under $5,000 Bonds on charge of arson—Body was terribly burned — was Ill-feeling among the Men.The horribly burned body of William Broad Normanvin, a sawyer, was found in the smoldering ruins of a shack, near a woodcutting camp, on the farm of Walter Wheeler in lower White Hills, early Sunday evening. The body was in terrible condition when found, the arms and legs having been burned completely off, while the trunk and head were badly charred and burned, the condition of the body being such that it was impossible to tell whether the fire or previous wounds caused the
victim's death. Because of the circumstances surrounding the affair, Eugene Gagoin, who until Thursday was an engineer at the camp and had been discharged, was taken into custody by the police late last night. He is charged with having burned another shanty near the camp and is held under $5,000 bail as the police are inclined to the belief that they have evidence which will connect Gagoin with the crime.
Ill feeling apparent.
Both Normanvin and Gagoin worked for Allen Doolittle of Guilford, a woodcutting contractor, who is doing work for James E. Fair on the Wheeler farm. There are several others employed there and it is said that there has been more or less trouble and ill-feeling among the men. Both Normanvin and Gagoin were in the employ of Doolittle for six or seven years and are said to have not been very friendly. The ill will among the men resulted in having several small shacks erected for them, thus separating them when they were not working. On Thursday last, according to Mr. Doolittle's story, he discharged Gagoin and the latter took his belongings and left the camp. Mr. Doolittle said that he had more or less trouble with the man, who, he said, had threatened harm to Normanvin, and was no longer able to put up with his impudence. He seemed to fear discharging the man, as he said, he thought he might do some harm to him. When Gagoin left the camp on Thursday, Doolittle did not see him again. The latter went to New Haven on Saturday and did not return to the camp until early last night, after the body had been found.
From the stories current and from what was told the police it appears as though Gagoin returned to the camp either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. It was in the early hours of the morning, it is said, when one of the shanties was burned down and it happened to be the one that Gagoin had occupied when he worked for Doolittle. It is for the burning of this building that the police hold Gagoin. The latter is said to have remained in the camp during the day and was not interfered with by the other workmen, some of whom remained in their respective shacks or had left the camp on Saturday.
At the cabin
A man named Royal Cutts, who lives near the camp, and whose house is situated directly opposite to the shack in which Normanvin lived, claims to have seen Gagoin as late as 4:30 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. He told this morning that Gagoin visited his place at that hour and purchased some eggs, which he said he was going to take to Normanvin shack to fry. It is said that Cutts asked him where Normanvin was and that Gagoin replied he was in the shack and was drunk. To Cutts it appeared as though Gagoin was under the influence of liquor also.
It was a short time later when Cutts and other people in the neighborhood noticed the shack on fire and it was about 6 o'clock when the body was located among the ruins. Although burned beyond recognition the other workmen found no difficulty in identifying the body as being that of Normanvin. When it was located word was sent to the local police and Chief of Police W. P. Robbins, Lieut. E. I. Barnes and officer Ernest Nettleton secured an auto and were driven to the place which is about three miles from the center of the city. The police had been notified previously of the burning of the other shack and the information of the finding of the body made them believe from the beginning that Normanvin had met with foul play. Medical Examiner Lewis of Milford, was called and examined the body ordering its removal.
Arrested in derby.
After the blaze, Gagoin seems to have disappeared entirely although the police believe that it was he whom they passed while going to White Hills. They had not a description of the man at the time but upon arriving there and getting a description of him they concluded that they had passed him on the road. The man was later seen heading for Ansonia and Seymour and upon returning from White Hills, Lieut. Barnes and A. H. Beattie, started in pursuit of him they had reached the East Derby transfer point and Lieut. Barnes was talking with a policeman there asking if he had seen anyone answering the description pass there, when Mr. Beattie happened to look through the window of the trolley station and saw Gagoin sitting there asleep. He was brought back to Shelton and examined by the police and detained on the arson charge, bail being fixed at $5,000.
The police say that Gagoin when questioned denied all knowledge of the crime and said that he had returned to the camp to spend the day.
This morning Coroner Phalen and medical examiner Fitzgerald, both of Bridgeport, came to this city to investigate the death. Coroner Phalen did not remain, but returned to Bridgeport, while medical examiner Fitzgerald conducted an autopsy on the body in the undertaking parlors of C. E. Lewis and Son, and afterwards stated that he had nothing definite to give out but that the coroner was investigating the case. Prosecuting Attorney J. G. Shapiro spent a good portion of the morning in examining the witnesses and those who knew something about the case.
William Broad Normanvin was forty years old and a native of Montreal, Canada. He was single and worked for Mr. Doolittle about six years.
December 5, 1925 The Bridgeport Telegram
The last murder in Shelton was committed in the spring of
1917, when Eugene Gagoin killed a fellow worker, William Broad Normanvin, in a
White Hills lumber camp. The two men had some difficulties and early one night the
shed occupied by Normanvin was burned. In the ruins his body was found and
investigation showed that the bed where he lay was saturated with oil. The
presumption was that he was killed in his sleep and that his slayer had set
fire to the shed to hide the crime. Gagoin was arrested a few hours later as he
was about to take a trolley car at the East Derby junction. His case was heard
in the local court on June 4 and in the following session of the Superior court
he was sentenced to prison for 13 years. Is Serving Term. At present, he has
served about half his term and with time off for good behavior will probably be
released in about three years. It is a coincidence that Gagoin occupies a cell
at Wethersfield very close to the one where Gerald Chapman has been confined
awaiting the disposition of his case.
The next letter is April 5
Sunday, April 2, 2017
April 2, 1917 - Oh yes I attended the autopsy.
This is one of Joe's strangest letters. It ranges from train travel to and autopsy to pending war. He also included a ticket he got when he weighed himself at the hardware store. The ticket is below but his weight has faded in time.
Monday about 1:30
Dearie,
Do you ken warum (know why) I am writing in pencil? Or do you know just where I am right now? Gewiss, (certainly) not! I am at the Stratfield, having lunch.
My what I have been through simply since last night. It was just twelve when I left your door. The train leaves 125th St. just at 12 waiting for the bunch to shake hands all around took up just five minutes for when I got downstairs it was 12:05 whew! When I leave downstairs at 12 sharp I just make it; so imagine then the boys downstairs tried to get funny, but I jumped in a taxi with Driess and rushed. We saw the 12:00 pull out as we were rushing down 125th St.
Can you imagine how I felt just then? He kept trying to jolly me about rushing home, telling me to stay over etc. etc. etc.etc. I just leaped out on the fly, threw a dollar at the driver, and flew upstairs, "Trains gone boss”. Next train foh Bridgeport 5:20”. How encouragement and pleasant. As I stood simply perspiring myself into a pail of switz. (sweat), I thought I heard a noise, sure enough, the last section of the midnight with sleepers to Boston only; no coaches. But why have brains and not use them. As soon as the train stopped, I ran to the Pullman conductor and told him my story. Nope, not a seat so I said “Well, how about a sleeper to Providence”. “Only one upper left”, he said. All right I took it, and paid for it, and naturally got out at Bridgeport. Next time I want to go to Hoboken, I’ll take a sleeper for Butte, Montana. That was not all. Oh no, far from it.
I got to bed at 2:45 actually and then mother heard me. She was waiting as all good mothers do. We talked a short time and I went to sleep. Sharp at six, bloody, I was awakened by the phone. A very dastardly thing happened in Shelton. Two buildings were burned down apparently incendiary, and one man burned to a crisp. Another, who was suspected because of circumstances had gotten away, and would I please hurry and take charge. Sure thing. I told them what I thought, we got busy and at 8 had our suspect safely locked up. Quick work? Sure; remember what I said about brains? Well, we scoured the county and have material to work on. It was noon before I was through so I rushed to Bridgeport to close a deal that was waiting, and now I eat with one hand and write with the other. I am starting back for Shelton at 2:40 on a matter.
Oh yes I attended the autopsy. Only the skull and trunk all burned to a crisp and are left. Hands, feet, legs, flesh gone. Dear me, how terrible.
This afternoon when I finish I’ll go after the house. With all this I thought I’d write you in case I can’t get near a phone.
I’m enclosing a slip that is valuable. This morning I got weighed on 3 different scales. The maximum I enclose. The two were just 162 and have no cards. The three scales are good enough for me. One is absolutely accurate because it was in a hardware store, the other two in the depot. How about it. I enclose what I had for lunch – my first meal today.
I enclose an extract from a Justice of the United States Supreme Court. I guess my remarks of yesterday, if “bum” arguments, as they were called, are in good company. At least I wasn’t entirely nutty was I?
However, darling, I learned last night and I guess you did too, going home and arriving “three is a crowd”. “He jests at scars that never felt a wound”. (Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2 when Mercutio is teasing Romeo about his love scars) I am very happy, and the prospects of the house just exhiliarate me (spelled incorrectly).
With love and kisses from
Joe
Here is the article that he mentions in the letter.
MONDAY, APRIL 2, 1917
Cleveland, O., April 2. —In an address to the Cleveland Bar Association, Justice John H. Clarke, of the United States Supreme Court, said: "Either America must give up her rights upon the sea and hold her ships and citizens at home or take up the gauge of battle and throw into the contest every man and dollar which a great and powerful nation can command.
"The world in which we thought we were living prior to the first day of August, 1914, has passed away, never to return." "We are living in a world of savage nations and of savage men which, refusing to listen to the voice of reason or of law, heeds only the roar of great guns. We are challenged to renew the age-long contest between political freedom and arbitrary power. We shall prove recreant to our great traditions if we do not now settle once for all the right of man to govern himself and the right of free government to have a place in the world."
"America will enter this war, if indeed it be not already forced upon us, with clean hands, a clear conscience and a just cause."
This is history in the making.
Tomorrow, April 3 I will post the article from the above arson case.
Ticket for Joe's weight from the hardware store
Menu from his lunch at the Stratfield Hotel marking what he ate.
Monday about 1:30
Dearie,
Do you ken warum (know why) I am writing in pencil? Or do you know just where I am right now? Gewiss, (certainly) not! I am at the Stratfield, having lunch.
My what I have been through simply since last night. It was just twelve when I left your door. The train leaves 125th St. just at 12 waiting for the bunch to shake hands all around took up just five minutes for when I got downstairs it was 12:05 whew! When I leave downstairs at 12 sharp I just make it; so imagine then the boys downstairs tried to get funny, but I jumped in a taxi with Driess and rushed. We saw the 12:00 pull out as we were rushing down 125th St.
Can you imagine how I felt just then? He kept trying to jolly me about rushing home, telling me to stay over etc. etc. etc.etc. I just leaped out on the fly, threw a dollar at the driver, and flew upstairs, "Trains gone boss”. Next train foh Bridgeport 5:20”. How encouragement and pleasant. As I stood simply perspiring myself into a pail of switz. (sweat), I thought I heard a noise, sure enough, the last section of the midnight with sleepers to Boston only; no coaches. But why have brains and not use them. As soon as the train stopped, I ran to the Pullman conductor and told him my story. Nope, not a seat so I said “Well, how about a sleeper to Providence”. “Only one upper left”, he said. All right I took it, and paid for it, and naturally got out at Bridgeport. Next time I want to go to Hoboken, I’ll take a sleeper for Butte, Montana. That was not all. Oh no, far from it.
I got to bed at 2:45 actually and then mother heard me. She was waiting as all good mothers do. We talked a short time and I went to sleep. Sharp at six, bloody, I was awakened by the phone. A very dastardly thing happened in Shelton. Two buildings were burned down apparently incendiary, and one man burned to a crisp. Another, who was suspected because of circumstances had gotten away, and would I please hurry and take charge. Sure thing. I told them what I thought, we got busy and at 8 had our suspect safely locked up. Quick work? Sure; remember what I said about brains? Well, we scoured the county and have material to work on. It was noon before I was through so I rushed to Bridgeport to close a deal that was waiting, and now I eat with one hand and write with the other. I am starting back for Shelton at 2:40 on a matter.
Oh yes I attended the autopsy. Only the skull and trunk all burned to a crisp and are left. Hands, feet, legs, flesh gone. Dear me, how terrible.
This afternoon when I finish I’ll go after the house. With all this I thought I’d write you in case I can’t get near a phone.
I’m enclosing a slip that is valuable. This morning I got weighed on 3 different scales. The maximum I enclose. The two were just 162 and have no cards. The three scales are good enough for me. One is absolutely accurate because it was in a hardware store, the other two in the depot. How about it. I enclose what I had for lunch – my first meal today.
I enclose an extract from a Justice of the United States Supreme Court. I guess my remarks of yesterday, if “bum” arguments, as they were called, are in good company. At least I wasn’t entirely nutty was I?
However, darling, I learned last night and I guess you did too, going home and arriving “three is a crowd”. “He jests at scars that never felt a wound”. (Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2 when Mercutio is teasing Romeo about his love scars) I am very happy, and the prospects of the house just exhiliarate me (spelled incorrectly).
With love and kisses from
Joe
Here is the article that he mentions in the letter.
Cleveland, O., April 2. —In an address to the Cleveland Bar Association, Justice John H. Clarke, of the United States Supreme Court, said: "Either America must give up her rights upon the sea and hold her ships and citizens at home or take up the gauge of battle and throw into the contest every man and dollar which a great and powerful nation can command.
"The world in which we thought we were living prior to the first day of August, 1914, has passed away, never to return." "We are living in a world of savage nations and of savage men which, refusing to listen to the voice of reason or of law, heeds only the roar of great guns. We are challenged to renew the age-long contest between political freedom and arbitrary power. We shall prove recreant to our great traditions if we do not now settle once for all the right of man to govern himself and the right of free government to have a place in the world."
"America will enter this war, if indeed it be not already forced upon us, with clean hands, a clear conscience and a just cause."
This is history in the making.
Tomorrow, April 3 I will post the article from the above arson case.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
March 30, 1917 - Here is great news.
Here is the last letter of March and Joe seems in full gear to get a house as they get close to their June wedding. Not easier then than today. For what he inferred was a quick note this is a five page letter.
Friday,
Dearest,
Have but a moment to write. Will leave for New York tomorrow morning at 10, arrive at 11:30 and have an appointment for 12:30 downtown. I made it because I received two telegrams to be there at 2 but figured I could get through by that time and take in a matinee if you desired; or a nice long walk in this glorious sunshine.
Here is great news. Just listen. I've been negotiating with a man in Shelton for one of the prettiest new bungalows (8 rooms) specially built for him last winter. I haven't been inside, but it is new, and the exterior is so fine I presume the rest is harmonious. However, he said on Monday he would let me know whether he will sell it or not. I think he will, from the way he talked yesterday and today. What he is thinking about is where he can go to, so I suggested he would be at the shore all summer, and Goldberg like said “I never thought of that”.
Renting or leasing it is out of the question. If at all, he said "If I got a flattering offer, I’d consider selling it, and use the money elsewhere”. I asked him for his offer, and he suggested it. For your sake, I’d give it to him now, but I was told that he wants to think the matter over, over Sunday. So get your guardian angel working, and see if your luck will work so that he decides to take the money and let us have the house.
Here’s another. A friend of mine who has a new Cadillac Coupe (8 cyl.) of the last winter’s make, having used it hardly at all, has decided to buy a large seven passenger car, and I think I can get this one. It’s sedan style, room for four comfortably, and a real pippin – special body etc. just your style. I talked to him and he’ll let me know Monday whether he’ll keep it or let me have it.
This too is funny. I’ve spent practically all week looking for a house. I was on track of one several times and missed. Yesterday I saw a new bungalow and could perhaps have gotten it, but believe me, my garage is a mansion along side of it! It was the cheapest bit of junk I ever saw. Somebody’s back yard faces the front window, and there were a half a dozen barrels of ashes decorating that.
And when I glanced at the construction, well I told the man that I wouldn’t take it for a gift.
That was late yesterday. Last night at Stella’s I told her that and said I was disgusted. I felt blue all over. Nothing was good and not a chance. So I said “Well, I guess that’s what I should expect, that’s my luck”. So Stella, sisterly like, gave me a lecture about kicking at my luck, saying, you seem to get what you need, and you should be ashamed to bemoan your luck. Everything that’s good comes hard, she said, something will turn up. Just then a name came to my head. I recalled that he had a new house built last winter. I had heard that it cost him too much to live in it or something, and that he wanted the cash to get a smaller one.
I don’t know exactly what his reason was or is and don’t care. I called him and by golly, he began to talk business. Again today, with the result I mentioned so the clouds are rapidly going and the sun is out again.
I’ll call you when I arrive tomorrow, or if you are not home I’ll call any how and you can leave word where I can meet you.
With love
I am
Your
Joe
Bound for train Xcuse scribbling
The next letter is April 2
Friday,
Dearest,
Have but a moment to write. Will leave for New York tomorrow morning at 10, arrive at 11:30 and have an appointment for 12:30 downtown. I made it because I received two telegrams to be there at 2 but figured I could get through by that time and take in a matinee if you desired; or a nice long walk in this glorious sunshine.
Here is great news. Just listen. I've been negotiating with a man in Shelton for one of the prettiest new bungalows (8 rooms) specially built for him last winter. I haven't been inside, but it is new, and the exterior is so fine I presume the rest is harmonious. However, he said on Monday he would let me know whether he will sell it or not. I think he will, from the way he talked yesterday and today. What he is thinking about is where he can go to, so I suggested he would be at the shore all summer, and Goldberg like said “I never thought of that”.
Renting or leasing it is out of the question. If at all, he said "If I got a flattering offer, I’d consider selling it, and use the money elsewhere”. I asked him for his offer, and he suggested it. For your sake, I’d give it to him now, but I was told that he wants to think the matter over, over Sunday. So get your guardian angel working, and see if your luck will work so that he decides to take the money and let us have the house.
Here’s another. A friend of mine who has a new Cadillac Coupe (8 cyl.) of the last winter’s make, having used it hardly at all, has decided to buy a large seven passenger car, and I think I can get this one. It’s sedan style, room for four comfortably, and a real pippin – special body etc. just your style. I talked to him and he’ll let me know Monday whether he’ll keep it or let me have it.
This too is funny. I’ve spent practically all week looking for a house. I was on track of one several times and missed. Yesterday I saw a new bungalow and could perhaps have gotten it, but believe me, my garage is a mansion along side of it! It was the cheapest bit of junk I ever saw. Somebody’s back yard faces the front window, and there were a half a dozen barrels of ashes decorating that.
And when I glanced at the construction, well I told the man that I wouldn’t take it for a gift.
That was late yesterday. Last night at Stella’s I told her that and said I was disgusted. I felt blue all over. Nothing was good and not a chance. So I said “Well, I guess that’s what I should expect, that’s my luck”. So Stella, sisterly like, gave me a lecture about kicking at my luck, saying, you seem to get what you need, and you should be ashamed to bemoan your luck. Everything that’s good comes hard, she said, something will turn up. Just then a name came to my head. I recalled that he had a new house built last winter. I had heard that it cost him too much to live in it or something, and that he wanted the cash to get a smaller one.
I don’t know exactly what his reason was or is and don’t care. I called him and by golly, he began to talk business. Again today, with the result I mentioned so the clouds are rapidly going and the sun is out again.
I’ll call you when I arrive tomorrow, or if you are not home I’ll call any how and you can leave word where I can meet you.
With love
I am
Your
Joe
Bound for train Xcuse scribbling
The next letter is April 2
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
March 28, 1917 - I had a pippin of a brief prepared, that hit the case squarely in the kisser.
Joe is keeping Helen in his court case loop. Guess he wanted her to know that she was marrying a man that was heading for success.
Wednesday
My darling,
The sun this morning looked remarkably good alongside of that rain storm of the evening before. And your letters added a ray of sunshine in addition.
You know Charles and Stella are to be in New York Saturday, and while Charles attended the Bnai Brith meeting Saturday night; it was my idea that we could take Stella to a regular show, and later get a regular "after theatre dinner".
But I am just as delighted to go to "Dels" if you desire it and will see Stella tonight maybe and try and make other arrangements, unless she also wishes to go to the dance or whatever it is. I'll let you know. I'm going to Shelton this afternoon, guess what for.
I tried a very pretty case yesterday. Mayor Kneen was my client, and we had a perfect claim. Luckily too, our witnesses were fine people, who told clear cut, straightforward, truthful stories, and were not even contradicted nor questioned. It then only became a question of the application of law to those facts.
Having spent considerable time on it, I had a pippin of a brief prepared, that hit the case squarely in the kisser. And I had several cases reserved, so that when my adversary made his argument and claims, I read these to knock a big whole into the argument. Say, girlie, you should have seen Mr. Kneen been as I made my points counts. When it was all over, he was happier than I. You see he was the man responsible in part for my position and when he appointed me as Corporation Counsel, I was told that he told some aspirant that "there wasn't another fellow around in it with Joe; if there was only a ghost of a chance to win".
So with love and kisses and sympathy for your ma and of course love too,
I am Your
Joe
Next letter is March 30
Wednesday
My darling,
The sun this morning looked remarkably good alongside of that rain storm of the evening before. And your letters added a ray of sunshine in addition.
You know Charles and Stella are to be in New York Saturday, and while Charles attended the Bnai Brith meeting Saturday night; it was my idea that we could take Stella to a regular show, and later get a regular "after theatre dinner".
But I am just as delighted to go to "Dels" if you desire it and will see Stella tonight maybe and try and make other arrangements, unless she also wishes to go to the dance or whatever it is. I'll let you know. I'm going to Shelton this afternoon, guess what for.
I tried a very pretty case yesterday. Mayor Kneen was my client, and we had a perfect claim. Luckily too, our witnesses were fine people, who told clear cut, straightforward, truthful stories, and were not even contradicted nor questioned. It then only became a question of the application of law to those facts.
Having spent considerable time on it, I had a pippin of a brief prepared, that hit the case squarely in the kisser. And I had several cases reserved, so that when my adversary made his argument and claims, I read these to knock a big whole into the argument. Say, girlie, you should have seen Mr. Kneen been as I made my points counts. When it was all over, he was happier than I. You see he was the man responsible in part for my position and when he appointed me as Corporation Counsel, I was told that he told some aspirant that "there wasn't another fellow around in it with Joe; if there was only a ghost of a chance to win".
So with love and kisses and sympathy for your ma and of course love too,
I am Your
Joe
Next letter is March 30
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