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July 21, 1919
July 22, 1919
July 24, 1919
To: Miss Eva Lutz
Sea Crest Inn
Cape May, New Jersey
Monday Evening
Sweetheart,
All ready for bed I am, but I don't feel ready, for I haven't
had a goodnight kiss. Still, I sorta' feel that one has been
blown up to me. I hope so.
You must be fast asleep now, for it's midnight. I have been sorting
over all books, papers, letters & pictures in my possession
since ten o'clock. We had to go down to the Homestead to get
many which had been left there. (By the way, the first thing
everyone asks me is "How did you leave Eva?") Among
my things I have found a great deal which I never supposed I
had - letters dating back to 1905, canceled checks for 6 years
back, receipts for about 10 years. Mother's waste-basket is now
quite full.
The announcements are all ordered and ought to get to Cape May
by Saturday or Monday. I found Mr. Cook and registered with him;
acquaintance with Miss Tolbert was a good introduction. He seems
to take no little personal interest in his clients, and perhaps
I shall be glad that I registered with him.
I finished my business in Phila[delphia] early, so took the 11:00
train for N. Y. , ate my lunch there, and came to Hartford on
the same train which we took July 1st. How I have missed my traveling
companion to-day! It made me mighty glad when the trip was over.
There were oceans of white fringed orchis [note - the picture
of a Showy Orchis, a flower of the orchid family, in the National
Audubon Society Field Guide shows a flowing white cupped flower
with a purple hood over the top} near Cape May C. H. this morning,
also a little beyond Sea Isle. And there {were] lots of Tiger
lilies still further on.
And I stole a march on you and read two columns of Lit. Digest
jokes - good ones, too, like having a woman come to a doctor
for "that tired feeling" and being asked to let him
see her tongue. Much more humorous than wondering why the high
school teachers are all buying new hats or new sets of poker
chips, etc. [ note - I guess you had to be there, as I don't
get the jokes at all}
Here's a good-night kiss for my sweetheart. I wonder if it will
wake you up. I don't care. I love you.
Your sweetheart.
Good morning, lady. Sweetheart Corner is still alive, though
with the flowers gone to seed, the forget-me-not doesn't look
very luxuriant. The myrtle is O. K. in every way.
I love you.
Sylvester
Dearest,
I started right off on books and papers again this morning. Practically all day and evening I have been cutting out and pasting up clippings from a 3 year accumulation of New York Times Book Reviews. I have two scrap books of book review clippings classified by subject- groups. To go thru the batch I had was more of a job than I thought, somewhat more of one. So that I shall continue with books & papers in the morning.
I have only been out of the house once all day, which was to
go down and get the evening mail.
Aunt Lucy and Mrs. Couch were up here spending the evening with
Mother. I guess there is no other news.
Eva, please write me just as soon as you get this which is your
favorite pattern of silverware. I was thinking that you told
me the other day of a pattern which you especially liked, but
I couldn't remember it. Now don't forget to do this, please,
if there is a pattern which you are fond of.
It's been raining pitchforks all day, which has been another
good reason for not going out.
I miss you so much, sweetheart. Good-night and lots of love.
Sylvester.
Good-morning, dear. I wonder if it is still raining, raining,
raining with you, too, as here. I hope it gets rained out by
Aug. 4.
I love you.
Sylvester.
Dear Lady,
You wouldn't know me if you saw me today, for I am no longer
in a position to receive salutes from the uniform. I not only
have gotten together, sorted out, listed, and put away all my
clothes today of whatever description, but have been to Hartford
and bought what more was necessary. That "more" wasn't
as much as I expected it would be, for I found lots of clothes
I never knew I had, even a whole suit. The moths have been in
most all my suits, and they'll have to have a little repairing.
Fortunately my dress suit is untouched, and also my best summer
suit, in which I am going to be married. At any rate, they fit
without a quiver, and any hopes my young brother of falling heir
to my wardrobe may have had are proven futile. For all of which
I am duly thankful.
I have also bought some books today, among them the F. M. Farmer
Cook- book, which I hope will be what you want. And I have signed
up with still another teachers' agency. That ought to fetch something
before the fall, surely. The new one is the Cary Teachers' Agency
in Hartford, with a branch in Portland, Maine. Between the two
they cover all New England. And I really would be so much better
pleased to get located up here than in N. J. or near Phila. ,
but if the Cook agency finds me something good, well enough,
I'll be glad to get settled and assurance of getting started.
Every day I see something new which it looks as though we would
have to start housekeeping with, and for nothing. I'll tell you
all about them when I get back.
All evening I have been making up my address list for our announcements.
It was more than a ten minute job, I'm telling you; also I'm
not going to have any too many with the 200, which are ordered.
I claim that my scheme of thinking up my 175 names, without missing
anyone I shouldn't, was very systematic. Of course I'm not boasting.
Well, here's a good-night kiss, sweetheart, and a whole heart-full
of love.
Sylvester
P. S. I got my first letter this morning. S.
Good morning, girlie. Here's my love, and shall see you tomorrow
if nothing fails.
Sylvester.
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