9/3/23 I have all those good things to think about and rejoice over

Labor Day

My Dearest Florence;

Today is Labor day but I don’t think I will do much Laboring. You know I had intended writing yesterday, but here is why not. I slept ’till 11 a.m. and McKean came and said that Almira was down there and wanted us to go out to dinner. So we did and then went riding all the rest of the day. But it won’t be long until I won’t have to write it. I can tell it all of the time riding yesterday I just thought, where will I be this time next week? Not in P.A. How happy I will be when I see Houston. It is more like home to me now. Since I had planned to go with Ike, he is going to leave Friday. I am sorry, as I will have to make the journey alone. But maybe I will be someone on there that I know.

A bunch of El Campo boys are planning a Ford trip home, but I am afraid they will have to call it off as it has rained just a whole lot here.

I am sure glad you will have a chance to meet Mary. She wants to meet you as bad as you want to meet her. Maybe they will still be in Houston when I get there. I sure hope they are so I can help Mama home. Have you seen either of them yet?

I can’t feature you saying things like you did in that notorious paragraph in the letter. So you mean it the way I take it. I am not going to give my version of the paragraph tho’ I want yours first, then we can compare.

So it will not be long until our first anniversary of friendship arrives. Also Florence, Oct 30 was my father’s birthday. How will we celebrate this great day. Let you tell my fortune again. That was a great thrill that nite for me. Then when I came out and when you cam in the room, oh what a thrill. I have all those good things to think about and rejoice over.

Are you going to celebrate Labor Day in Houston. There is to be a big blow out here, sack races, etc.

I am going over to Jesse’s place and we are going over to take it in. It is just 8:30 now, so it’s too early.

Cowstock[?] left Friday for El Campo. I am pretty sure then he will go to Rice. The foot-ball fever is getting into him. We will have about five or six slimes from El Campo. So you see it will still be on the map.

This is a very short and wandering letter but Florence, there isn’t a thing to stay. Nothing ever happens that is interesting. So good-bye for this one. I will write again soon.

Loveingly

Fred

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8/31/1923 Remember, I’m simply living until you come home to me

Fri afternoon

Dearest boy –

Only a line for right now. I’m off the world again – off so far that it’s going to take a few tons of cement to stock back on. I can’t tell you about it – but things are pretty dark now.

I’m headed for a couple of girl’s homes in hopes I can forget it. So I shan’t write much. I didn’t want a day to go by without a letter for you have been so precious about writing to me lately. A letter every day this week except Mon.

I’ve been waiting, waiting for Mrs. Barron to call but she hasn’t. I want to know how Mary came out but it seems almost hopeless for her to call before I leave. She called me at 7 this morning and told me Mary was to be operated on and that she’d call me as soon as she came out from under the influence of the ether.

I’m going to write you a long letter tonite, dear boy – if I can. I might not get to, but I’m going to try. I’m sorry this is only a note but it will have to do.

Remember, I’m simply living until you come home to me. It will be a big help to me and your folks want you, too.

They need you now, and I am wanting you more than ever.

As ever

your Florence.

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8/31/1923 I am going to set aside Sunday for a letter to you

Port Arthur

Aug 31, 1923

My Dearest Florence;

Last nite I spent a long time writing to you and when I was about half way through Roy Chambers came in and so I did not finish it. So I will try again. I have been so busy that I have not had any time to write. You see we leave pretty soon and the room has been full every nite. Tonite there will be three boys over, besides us three. I am going to help Jesse fix up his course and also correspond for some work in Houston. Comstock is also coming over and the chances are very good for him to go to Rice. He has been working down here and has found out that he likes Football better.

I am going to set aside Sunday for a letter to you. These boys are coming over so my time will be taken up the rest of the nite. I am surely glad Mary phoned. I do hope you do as you say and not let the time grow lonesome. You have been so good and kind to me and now you are going out to see Mary. She will be tickled to death to see you. She talked to me lots while I was home. Company is lots of comfort while in bed you know.

The boys are coming so I will say good nite till tomorrow.

With bushels of love

Fred

I think Ike is going to leave Friday instead of Sunday. Jessamine and Ruth are going to Ruth’s summer place. Sorry he will not stay over ’till Sunday.

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8/30/1923

Dearest Fred o’mine –

I had a surprise last nite that nearly knocked me over! I’ve gotten so many of them lately that I ought to be used to them. I answered the phone and it was a girl. She talked a little like a boy I like awful well and she asked for me – then informed me that it was Mary Stancliff. My dear you could have knocked me over with a tooth pick!!!!! She came up Tuesday but didn’t call me til last nite – for various reasons – anyway, she’s to be operated on Fri morning – for appendicitis. Did you know it? I guess, of course, your folks have told you about it. I talked to her a long, long time and she’s awful interesting. It really gave me a thrill – Honest! She will be in the hospital for a week or maybe longer – and I don’t intend to give her a chance to get lonesome, believe me! I’ll go about it in a very dignified sort of way, tho – Ha Ha. Anyway – I’ll get to meet your mother and sister – and you’ll be here, too.

I’m awful glad you decided on the 9th, you’ll get to be with your folks in Houston + help cheer Mary up, and maybe you might be able to stay here a little longer since your mother + sister are here. So, Big Boy, I think you’ve decided wisely. I intended writing you today and telling you they were here and to come home the 9th, C? Then I got your letter. My dear, are you well? Are you sure your head has not been smashed in some sort of accident? or that someone has stolen your brilliant mind away? Three letters in three days!! Thank the Fates you have come back to normal. Now, for the love of Jeremiah’s children, keep up the good work. It gives a fellow an excuse for living, and that’s something I haven’t had lately.

So Fred just can’t wait any longer. He’s getting impatient + restless. Well, well, and he’s going to quit a week ahead of time. Tell me, big boy, why has the sudden fever of anxiety + longing + restlessness taken such absolute possession of you. You really flatter me, m’dear. You think of me so much lately – (I wonder) – you want to see me so bad (I wonder) – Am I the only one? Haven’t you any regrets living P.A.? After all it’s a good place. Why should you feel as you do toward it? I’m sure it has done nothing to earn your contempt. When you leave, Mon Ami, please thank Port Arthur for me for me won’t you, please? I can’t tell you for what because you wouldn’t understand but please thank it for me from the depths of my heart.

The people next door are playing “Daddy won’t you please come home, I need you badly, Daddy won’t you please come home.” One of those moonin’ blues, now – oh, Good Grief – it’s “Sunny Tennessee” – I wonder of whom you are thinking? Someone sometime, now where____??? Oh, yes I can see your lips curl in disgust for my mentioning it, ah, you, I can hear you thinking.” ah! the creature, could I but drag her (me), screaming, thru the streets with her mouse colored hair grasped in my strong right hand, the hand that hurls 16 lbs, swiftly thru  42 feet, the strong right hand that hurls 4(?) lbs over 145 (?) ft. had I but her at my mercy, dare she remind me of someone else. Then she would realize that the mercy of man in, upon her bended knee would she beg my forgiveness – while I stony-faced would stand above her, scorn her, my strong arms folded over my mighty chest, in which a heart beats for her alone, but she should not know it. Dare, she, remind me of someone else. Oh! I am a hundred or more miles away from her, she is beyond me. here I sit reading it. I can’t wreck my fury on her as I should like to do for we are apart.  Allans! whisper it not to a soul! I should get even with her, in only a short week! Oh! death, where is thy sting!”

Now, that was a grand free for all outburst. Profit by that, mon ami, commonly called “caveman stuff.” Most girls adore it, and it is up to the boy to find out which girls do, C? Strength, and courage, dare and fearlessness, only accomplish that miracle. How do I know. Ah! They say experience is the best teacher. After one looks on life through the rose colored veil of illusion. Has not love whispered his devilish lies into your ears and I laughed at you? You had escaped it? Oh! Fortunate one – your eyes have not yet been opened to disillusion. Grasp the joy while you may, for all too soon, alas! Comes the viper and stings, stings until the heart within you turns cold, and bitter, and life became a mockery. Grasp what you can of bliss while it is offered, for at the end of each of our roads the House of Lost Souls awaits us.

Fred, I wish I could explain that above paragraph. I know that broad, intellectual brow of yours is drawn into a frown and you are saying to yourself “What is that child thinking of. Does she fancy she is old as Helen of Troy? Does she think she knows so much of life?” Well, that’s up to you. You know me better than most, perhaps. You have been given a deeper sight than most, and I fancy you have taken advantage of it – as for illusion – and the serpent. I was stung once, and I’m pretty well disillusioned. Yes, even for one so young, a little over 17.

2 p.m.

Well, I’ve been quite industrious.

3:15 p.m.

Yes, so much so – I don’t even have this time to finish this letter. I feel lots better, too, except that my throat is holding its winter carnival and taking several holidays, and I’m crazy enough to go in swimming too. A few couples of us are going tonite and I just can’t say out, simply can’t, so I’m going. Haven’t been in since Mon, Gee! such a long, long time!I sure miss it. I was going in yesterday.

Got downtown + was buying a few things. I got so dizzy I had to grab a counter, and I began to feel numb all over, and my throat began aching. So, thinks I to meself, perhaps I better come home + call off the swim and I did, you know I must have felt pretty bad if I refused a swim. Perhaps I’ll learn how to dive tonite. Oh! Glory! Caro mio, when you come home, we’ll sure have to go swimming, and maybe Mary can go. I doubt it but perhaps, Oh! I tell you, things are beginning to pick up here in this tame town. Thank fortune. Fred, it’s rather a pity but I’m utterly lost without excitement. I’m miserable if there’s nothing to do. I used to be able to drown my troubles in a real interesting novel but times have changed. Books bore me. I adore to write, I believe I’ve spent half my summer writing to you. I know you have a trunk full of letters. I’ve written you. Do you know that exactly10 months ago today, the 30th I met you? 10– mon ami! To think I’ve known you for 10 long months and like you better now than I ever did. You know, that seems to queer to me. I mean, please don’t misunderstand me that I’ve always thought “variety was the spice of life” and that “If God could love all the boys, why couldn’t I love a dozen?” And so I’ve gone from one boy to another – changed hands, as you chose to call it, and closed myself up in a shell + marked “No admittance – Private” and then the Fates decided they’d teach me something more and they arranged our meeting. That was great! Honestly they did me the biggest favor ever done by them – for I began to believe once more. I was in  pretty hot hands, believe me, but I didn’t realize it until afterwards.

Will surely have to celebrate 2 months from now for that’s our first anniversary. (Oh! Goodness! this is so sudden, think’st not so?)

Well, I must stop for now. I have to go up town with Mother + I have to dress. C.U.L.O.M.

Cor. Main + Jefferson

4:35 pm

I find I’ll have to quit. I’ll be hitting it hard from now on so au revior.

Have you ever met “the girl” in P.A. I asked you to tell me all about her – won’t you? Huh –

Please write to me before Sbt (?) week, won’t you?

Oodles + bushels + tons +gobs of love.

Florence

In front of Levy’s

Just beat a fellow into a place + oh! He sure told little Flo what he thought of her. It sure was hateful  o’ me but if one doesn’t take things one doesn’t get them, eh. What, m’dear?

Flo

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8/29/1923 at Beaumont get a shine and brushed off good

Port Arthur, Tex

Aug 29, 1923

My Dearest Florence;

I thinks, thinks I, that I will write to the dearest little girl in all dis world. The boys wanted me to go to town, but I wanted to write, so I did not. I don’t know what to say tho’. Isn’t that queer. We had much rain today and I got kinda wet. Just a little shower bath. When I got ready to leave the shop at 7:15 it was pouring down, then later we all rain to street  car shed about 300 yds. After we got there we had to wait about 15 minutes for car and when it did come it took us 40 min to get to town. Then after breakfast it was still raining.

I waited a while until it slacked up and came over. I sure did get wet but if I hadn’t have done that, I would have had to stay in town all morning. When I got here, Ike had just come in a little before all wet. I think it’s all over now.

Oh yes today Ike was 20 yrs old. I think we ought to do him like some body else got on 3/3/23. Wasn’t that a great night. Florence I can never thank you enough for what you did that day. That day will never pass out of my memory. I don’t think anybody knew this was his birthday.

I do wish that dream of yours could have been true. It was so romantic. But say this is not a tumble-down rattle-trap house. This is a new apartment house and it’s name is Modern Apartment. Next time you dream it, change that part. I believe you would like the dream better. You tell your mother I think she’s awful for calling you right after the climax of your dream. I have a craw to pick with her about that. Just wait and see. It’s seems years to me too Florence since I have been in Houston. I didn’t think these 3 months would be so long. But they surely were long. I think I will stay in Houston, after this. I can hardly wait till I leave here. Ike said when we get on that interruban [interurban] we will shake the dust off our shoes, then at Beaumont get a shine and brushed off good, so we will not carry any P.A. dust to Houston. And when I see the train coming I am going to sing that old song.

Yonder come ‘at train

Yonder come ‘at train

Yonder come ‘at train down

the rail-road track.

G’wan to take me ‘way, but aint a gwan to bring me back,

That’s the way I will feel about it. Suppose I do come with Ike on the 9th what would you do. Would you be as happy to see me as I would to see you. Oh my Dear little girl if I do come on the morning of Sept 9th. It will sure be a happy day for me. I might, you can’t always tell. You say that things are going wrong there. Won’t you tell me what it is. I want you to, when you answer this letter. I am expecting it, so please don’t fail me. Maybe I could help some as you say, but listen Florence I want a synopsis when you answer this. Sit down and think and concentrate and let me know about it. Won’t you Dear. Please, just give me a short sketch of it. I am sure no-one will know of it but me. Has some-one said something. Has someone betrayed you, or what is it that causes all of this to go wrong. Am I the cause. If I do come the 9th could you feel much better. Could I help you that way. Could my sympathy do you any good. What can I do dear. My Services are at your hand. You know I would do anything I possible could for you. But you must please tell me the foundation of it.

What is all of that bunch doing that used to come out. Is Lula Francis still at Overton. Have they moved there. Somebody said she was going to visit you a couple of weeks before school commenced, to start, to begin.

Let me hear from you a long dear letter. Please.

Lovingly,

Fred

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A little off topic

If you have a love of letters, since you are here, I am assuming you do, stop by Letters of Note. A fascinating collection of letters from both famous people and not-so-famous people.

I love this recent note from artist Keith Haring:

An excerpt “Whatever you do, the only secret is to believe in it and satisfy yourself. Don’t do it for anyone else.

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8/28/1923 all there is to do it watch the moon ride across the heavens

Aug 28 – 23

to Port Arthur

Dear Cap’n Fred –

I nearly fainted this morning when I got your letter. I was never so surprised-!! I’m really glad to find something has made you think of me. From the past few letters the thoughts of me seem few and far between.

I can’t say so much for myself as a Slimess! No, sir! I can’t say that I look forward to it with anticipation – However! I’m glad you’re as happy over it as you seem to be.

Well, well! You began to quit on the 16th – then you pulled it up to the 12th. Then the 9th, and the last thing was the 8th, with Ike! Listen, écoutez as the Frenchman says. Speaking as man to man I shan’t tell you when to come home. You know the sooner the better for me. If you stay there longer, you will make more money, and it’sreally a business proposition, you know. If you quit a week ahead you’ll be out that much. As for your mother – well, I know she’d love you to death if she had a longer time at you – you haven’t had any vacation, it’s been work – all day + all nite. There hasn’t been any fun – no dates (!??!) —? and then to settle down to the grind at Rice – well, you’ll feel it. A vacation will be good for you, very good – and you need it – and from all I hear (and I have some rather reliable sources) she wants + needs you. You know, after all, there’s no one on earth like her Freddie – her baby boy. Of course, she wants you home every second she can get you and it’s right for you to go- But is it worth it? You could miss school, of course, at first, and have more time at home, but perhaps that would put you behind. Your folks haven’t seen you since Xmas + then like the chump I am, I had to pull you back up here – (of course, you pleaded work.) Then in June, I made you come here to the “darned Senior dance” as you so lovingly called it. This time tho, I’m going to send you home to stay. If you do come back the 8th, you’ll have two weeks at home. So, ma gras garçon, I shall leave it entirely up to you. Only let me know.

You ask me when I want you to come. I’ve told you – but I don’t want to pull you from your work – and I won’t see you but once maybe before you go home because I insist that you don’t waste precious time in Houston because of me. I’ll see you 9 months, maybe every day and they won’t, C? I don’t plead for myself – These last few weeks have dragged so until I thought I would go mad. These nights when all there is to do it watch the moon ride across the heavens – or watch the stars – or stare at the dark walls + think, think, I’m back in the rut of sleepless nights when either poetry, or songs run thru my head. It’s maddening, and it was after such a night that I wrote you and asked you to come home – C? You’ve been such a comfort to me, dear boy, and I’ve needed you. Ive pulled out of the blues, tho. Thank Heavens!

As for Jessamine’s trip – I thought you understood that there was only a possibility. They haven’t made any definate plans at all – she only mentioned it to me but perhaps it might not get pulled off, after all. If she does have it, and you’re here, of course, you’ll go – but I wouldn’t think about it.

I’m stiff + sore today and I need a little exercise so I’m going swimming in a little while.

Mon Ami, you know what is best. You know I’ll be so glad to have you home, and the sooner, the better. There seems to be more reason why you should come but I leave that to you. I’ll be awful glad if you decide on the 8th + then you can come with Ike + won’t be left alone there and you won’t have to travel alone – and – oh! well, you know best.

Am I to look for you a week from Sunday? or later on? Don’t let me come between you and your work, please, but you know I want you.

It’s so hot I’m reduced to a grease spot.

Yours til the piano loses its scales –

Florence


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8/28/1923 Florence my Dear I just can’t wait any longer

Port Arthur, Tex

Aug 28, 1923

Florence, My Dearest;

Oh, what a grand letter from you today. You made me feel so good and tears came in my eyes because I was not in Houston.

What would you say and do if I told you something that would make you feel so good. Would you like to know what it is.

If I would come to Houston on Sunday morn. Sept 9th and stay ’till Tues morning what would you say to that. Would you like it. Florence my Dear I just can’t wait any longer. The vacation will be better than staying here. Maybe so I will be in Houston11:40 Sept 9th. I hope so. I want to see you so bad. I have thought about you so much lately. It won’t be long. And if I do some then, whoo-pee. I will never be so happy. I expected to write a long letter, I set aside tonite for it, but we went to town, saw a gang from Rice and went up to Plaza Hotel and had an old time. Bullpen and I just got home, but I had to write you tonite anyway. It is time for me to leave and go ot work, so my Dear you will have to consider this little note this time.

I will write again soon,

With oceans of love

Fred.

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8/28/1923 I wrote every day, as sure as light would come

7:45 p.m.

Well, that was a calm, cool indifferent sort of letter, wasn’t it? Listen, mon ami, and you will understand why I wrote it. First, for nearly a long dreary week I’ve been mentally gone – now it’s turned into physical ailments. First among these is my back. I’ve been taking some pretty hard exercise lately in swimming and I’ve enjoyed it. Of course, not eating as I should has been a drawback on strength. Don’t begin that I should eat, I won’t. It will have to be choked down me, but possibly the worstpain is because a lady wanted to try a new stunt – to pull me onto the side of the pool. Instead of 3 counts I understood 2 – and pulled myself up when she went down and hit my back. I did that twice and I bruised my back. My chest feels absolutely numb, today, too. I burnt one finger this morning. I have a cold + a terribly sore throat. Now, perhaps you can understand why I wrote like I did. Excuse me, Fred, I’m not indifferent at all. You know it. Perhaps you will realize how I felt when I found that you wouldn’t like to come home a week sooner. I assure you, Gras Garçon, I was thinking of you – entirely – as for me + my worries. They were just pretty big when I wrote and they’re not so important.

You would have been such a big comfort to me during the past week when things weren’t worth 2 cents worth of dog meat without the bone – and not even a letter! ‘Atta boy, little one, that’t the way to lose friends.

Listen! Fred, can’t you return what I’ve given? At Rice during exams, you remember I wrote – wrote – when you ran that nail in your foot – during track season- and while you were laid up this summer. I wrote every day, as sure as light would come. And not that I’ve been in a whole, why, you evidently didn’t care enough to write. Ma gras garçon, you don’t blame me for being cool – utterly hard. Then today to find you didn’t care to come home. My dear, I’m disappointed! Terribly so. As long as you feel that way, stay! After all what is there in Houston except school? I rather doubt that you’re coming back to me. Oh! of course, you’re busy there, you’re making money, if you could be doing both here in H. and have me too, why O.K. otherwise.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Might I ask forgiveness for all that?

I’m going to quit before you boil over utterly –

There’s no use in being angry. Fred, and if you write me back a hot letter, I won’t answer it at all – ever –

Please don’t pile any more on me. I’ve stood too much already – and I’m reaching the breaking point. Please be patient with me.

Please – only 2 weeks + 4 days.

Lovingly,

Florence

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8/28/1923 I shall answer every letter you write as soon as possible but nothing more

Aug 28 – 23

My dear Fred –

I’d just like to tell you that you saved yourself from one of the biggest surprises you have almost every gotten! I shan’t tell you what it was but I’ll guarantee that it wouldn’t have been any too pleasant or thrilling. Reason: I haven’t heard from you for 5 days. I beg you to remember that I am not here for anyone’s convenience.

You can rest assured, my dear, I shall answer every letter you write as soon as possible but nothing more. “Give and take will friendship make.” This is positively the last thing I shall say to you about letters. Things are getting rather interesting again and I’m sure I can easily live 3 more weeks – and don’t kick if you don’t get letters as often as before – for I’m only answering them, C?

Never mind about Jessamine’s trip. After all she might not have it + it would waste your time to come home. Do as you planned and come back on the 16th. I thought you would be glad of an opportunity to come back sooner you’re not, so we’ll forget it. Of course, I concluded that you understood each girl could as a date, and if you happened to be here, I’d ask you – but never mind. You need never feel that you’re pushing yourself with the gang. They used to expect you where ever I was – but I guess things have changed for both of us. Forget all about the Sylvan trip + as you planned, stay til the 16th since you’re not anxious to grab an opportunity. I’ll let you know perhaps if anything is said, or planned.

Well, my dear, of course I’m not so “extremely out of proportion!” I just want to pull off about 10 more lbs, and if Jessamine can do it, + stay thin, I can too. This will be permanent. It’s not all coming off at once. I’ve been at it nearly 3 weeks and I’ve lost 10 lbs, so it’s slow + not so hard. But, take it from me, brother, it sure takes courage to turn down cake + candy (and I just had a big box given to me – Sob Sob!)

You ask me if I knew you wrote 3 letters in between my letters last week. No, I hadn’t known about it. I got one Mon, one Wed and the other 2day, and I’ve written at least that many.

No, I’m not going to S.M. or S.A*, the folks wouldn’t let me.

Bradfield called me this morning. I nearly fell over. I was so surprised I couldn’t talk. Sullivan (!?!) called me the other day but I wasn’t home + he had to go back before I got home. I nearly passed out – all the R I** crowd is drifting back – one by one. Well, I must go have lunch.

As ever – Florence

* San Marcos and San Angelo

** Rice Institute

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