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Dear Charles, | Dear Charles, | ||
I must take time to write you a few lines. I have to go down to North Carolina Thursday and will be back on Monday. | I must take time to write you a few lines. I have to go down to North Carolina Thursday and will be back on Monday. | ||
Then next week, about Wednesday, I'll go to Chicago. I shall drive out - in case John wants to come back with me. | |||
I got off the | I got off the three water colors I had [[?]] yesterday - I hope they arrive OK. I insured them for $250.00 They are arriving by express. | ||
I started suddenly the other day to try to tell the story of a fine young lad, harried boy who turned communist, why he did it and how he got himself killed. | |||
It is a tragic queer story - all present-day America in it, if I can tell it as it should be told and it has been [[fla?ing]] | |||
I have written at a rather mad |
Latest revision as of 15:48, 18 July 2022
in pencil Marion 4/7/31 Dear Charles,
I must take time to write you a few lines. I have to go down to North Carolina Thursday and will be back on Monday. Then next week, about Wednesday, I'll go to Chicago. I shall drive out - in case John wants to come back with me.
I got off the three water colors I had ? yesterday - I hope they arrive OK. I insured them for $250.00 They are arriving by express.
I started suddenly the other day to try to tell the story of a fine young lad, harried boy who turned communist, why he did it and how he got himself killed.
It is a tragic queer story - all present-day America in it, if I can tell it as it should be told and it has been fla?ing
I have written at a rather mad