Browsing the archives for the olympics tag
June 10, 1924 My Darling Florence; I suppose you think that I am never going to write you. But really Dear I have not had time. Since I have been gone I have been busy every minute. When I arrived here I found Mr and Mrs Heissman at the Hotel. The next day they moved […]
June 10, 1924 My Darling Florence: I am here in New York safe and sound. I stopped at Wash DC and worked out (141 ft) I must go to breakfast as Mr & Mrs Heissman are waiting for me. I will try to write real soon. Loads of Love Fred This will let you […]
Washington D.C. Sunday, June 9, 1924 My Darling Florence; At last I arrived this far OK. Believe me it surely was a long journey. I was so tired when I got here. Riding for two days and two nights. When we left New Orleans they started burning coal and when we woke up the next […]
Just a thought from a girl who wants you to make good more than she wants anything else. Remember she loves you and will love you whether your trip proves victory or defeat.
Sunday, June 8, 1924 Dearest old pal, Gosh! it’s a doggone lonely world, not much excuse for existance, just plodding along our own weary ways, nothing doing, no excitement, no phone calls to expect and be disappointed if the call doesn’t materialize, no dates, and Sat nite as lonesome as it has been so often […]
Read other letter first Big Boy Sweetheart, Did a little birdie ever whisper something in your ear? Yes? Well, let this little birdie whisper something to you. He’s from way down south where the sun is brightly shining and the stars keep watch at night, and he tried to sing my tired eyes to sleep. […]
June 6, 1924 To Wash DC and returned Dearest old Cap – Say, what the dickens are feministic creatures for, anyway?!! They’re about the uselessest animals in this part of the world. I believe about all they’re good for is to cook, sew and cry. Heavy on the latter. Cry! I never imagined I had […]
June 5, 1924 Dearest of all big athletes Did you think your very own darling would even consider letting you go off where you couldn’t hear from her very often without fixing up some plan for making you remember that there’s always one who loves you back in the home town (not meaning El Campo) […]
