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DARROW, BAILY & SISSMAN | [[written in top margin in pencil: [no transcription] ]] | ||
[[Letterhead]] DARROW, BAILY & SISSMAN Lawyers 1202 Ashland Block Chicago | |||
Clarence S. Darrow Jacob L. Baily Peter Sissman Telephones Central 925 Automatic 44139 | |||
Clarence S. Darrow | |||
Jacob L. Baily | |||
Dec 6th [1915] | Dec 6th [1915] | ||
Dear Mary | Dear Mary | ||
If I could write letters as you can, I would write all the time, and if you knew how I like to get them & read them you would send them to me. Really no one can write as you do & it is always a joy to get them. | If I could write letters as you can, I would write all the time, and if you knew how I like to get them & read them you would send them to me. Really no one can write as you do & it is always a joy to get them. | ||
Life | Life runs on the same way with me, most of the time is spent trying to get some poor person [[?]] or keep them out & I often think it does no good for the everlasting flood [[?runs?]] & one of a hundred doesnt [[?]] - Still what does do good, & if here & there you can help one specific case it may be just as good as good as working unstintingly for a cause which recedes as fast as you approach it. What an everlasting engima is life, & how we do get lost in its dark maze - No sooner do we plant our feet in something that seems like solid ground than we find the sand shifting under us & we look for something else. I wonder how much of truth, these | ||
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[[written in top margin in pencil: [no transcription] ]]
Letterhead DARROW, BAILY & SISSMAN Lawyers 1202 Ashland Block Chicago Clarence S. Darrow Jacob L. Baily Peter Sissman Telephones Central 925 Automatic 44139
Dec 6th [1915]
Dear Mary
If I could write letters as you can, I would write all the time, and if you knew how I like to get them & read them you would send them to me. Really no one can write as you do & it is always a joy to get them. Life runs on the same way with me, most of the time is spent trying to get some poor person ? or keep them out & I often think it does no good for the everlasting flood ?runs? & one of a hundred doesnt ? - Still what does do good, & if here & there you can help one specific case it may be just as good as good as working unstintingly for a cause which recedes as fast as you approach it. What an everlasting engima is life, & how we do get lost in its dark maze - No sooner do we plant our feet in something that seems like solid ground than we find the sand shifting under us & we look for something else. I wonder how much of truth, these