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March 16, 1925 Dear Bab Monday morning. I have been for two days out on Lake Pontchartrain with friends. A uncertain why uncertain uncertain uncertain uncertain evening? and going. You better come uncertain little Bob. After I had written you he and I had a long talk. What had hurt him most was his belief in smartness - a kind of slickness. We talked it all over quite frankly - he cried a little, I took him into my arms and since then he has been much much sweeter. He has the stuff in him and I do think as you say is sound - that the other side of the shield? is hard to look at. It takes time. Do I not know.

At the uncertainuncertain he made to see and feel affection about him he will learn the most difficult lesson in life -- that you can't collect?

Now, most of all, I want him to learn to feel that there is nothing in slickness -- that no one man succeeds in getting the best of anyone really.

The matter of good manners,