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[in pencil]: March 15 - 1921 Edgewood | [in pencil]: [no transcription] March 15 - 1921 Edgewood | ||
[letterhead]140 North Dearborn St | |||
Chicago | [letterhead]140 North Dearborn St Chicago | ||
Dear Mary | Dear Mary | ||
It is really time that I wrote you. I think of you every day (N.B. & sometimes twice) but I am a bum little writer as you know. I saw Sarah a few minutes on her way east but | It is really time that I wrote you. I think of you every day (N.B. & sometimes twice) but I am a bum little writer as you know. I saw Sarah a few minutes on her way east but | ||
have not seen her since, she promised to let me know on her return - but have not heard from her. If it [[page torn]] I will try to get her on the subject | have not seen her since, she promised to let me know on her return - but have not heard from her. If it [[page torn]] I will try to get her on the subject | ||
you mention and [[?]] I can. I am sorry for all of them but I guess more for Mr Wood than the others. His case is so helpless & he is so torn by conflicting interests | |||
What can one do with his | What can one do with his family ties Imagine little Margarette tugging at your heart strings. Life is horribly cruel and the trouble is there is no way out of anything. | ||
Except | Except out of life & no one has the nerve to take the sure road. I know for I have tried to take it. On the whole it seems as if Sarah should fight it out. It cant be changed | ||
but this doesnt mean that it is not hard | but this doesnt mean that it is not hard for her it is. Think of all the fool rainbows and baubles that are held up to us to lure us on. We know all about but still we think | ||
that we will find the pot of gold and chase & chase until we plunge headlong into the open grave. I believe that every thing is an illusion and that the world has no place | that we will find the pot of gold and chase & chase until we plunge headlong into the open grave. I believe that every thing is an illusion and that the world has no place | ||
for people like you | for people like you | ||
Latest revision as of 03:43, 4 May 2022
[in pencil]: [no transcription] March 15 - 1921 Edgewood
[letterhead]140 North Dearborn St Chicago
Dear Mary
It is really time that I wrote you. I think of you every day (N.B. & sometimes twice) but I am a bum little writer as you know. I saw Sarah a few minutes on her way east but
have not seen her since, she promised to let me know on her return - but have not heard from her. If it page torn I will try to get her on the subject you mention and ? I can. I am sorry for all of them but I guess more for Mr Wood than the others. His case is so helpless & he is so torn by conflicting interests What can one do with his family ties Imagine little Margarette tugging at your heart strings. Life is horribly cruel and the trouble is there is no way out of anything. Except out of life & no one has the nerve to take the sure road. I know for I have tried to take it. On the whole it seems as if Sarah should fight it out. It cant be changed but this doesnt mean that it is not hard for her it is. Think of all the fool rainbows and baubles that are held up to us to lure us on. We know all about but still we think that we will find the pot of gold and chase & chase until we plunge headlong into the open grave. I believe that every thing is an illusion and that the world has no place for people like you