Trumbull – Lad’s Promotion and Aunt Betty’s Plans (2) – Nov. 10, 1940

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David, on returning from church today, reported that Mr. Bollman, in his sermon this morning, announced that he had accepted a call from a church in Detroit where he is to be an assistant pastor and would take his new job the first of the year. So sometime in 1941 Trumbull will have a new Yale Divinity student living in the Parsonage.

Speaking of the photo you sent of Anchorage’s Main and Fairfield, I am reminded of the news item in last week’s papers to the effect that sometime next year the Meigs Building will be torn down to be replaced by a new one housing a five and ten cent store (Woolworth’s, I believe). This week the new Klein Memorial Auditorium will be officially opened. The new building on the site of the old Atlantic Hotel on the corner of Fairfield and Water is now open. A & P and Carroll Cut Rate Perfumer and a few smaller shops occupy it. I have again been elected Justice of the Peace in Trumbull which is now the only public office I hold. I am glad to say that Trumbull went overwhelmingly Republican, but this failed to keep Gov. Baldwin in office. Alas, Connecticut as a whole went strongly Democratic, due I suppose, to the large industrial element.

Aunt Betty (Lizzie Duryee), summer, 1946

Aunt Betty writes: Since seeing you I have made up my mind go to New York for the winter. I will leave here on Nov. 16th and take a room at the St. George Hotel, Brooklyn. It is a very nice room and will be more comfortable than here. It has hot and cold running water and a bath and lavatory right opposite my door, a larger closet than here, a telephone in my room and plenty of heat. I can also enjoy all the entertainment given by the hotel at no extra cost. The price of this room is $10 a week and by getting my breakfast and lunches in my room and a good dinner out for $.50, I feel I can live as reasonably as I do here and be more contented. I can see Miss Hackmeister as often as I like.

Under the circumstances, I think I shall invite Elsie and Aunt Betty up here for Thanksgiving, which we celebrate in this state on November 28th.

Dick is trying to get a job and has an application in at Ashcroft (Manning, Maxwell and Moore). They turned him down when he applied to the Hydraulic Co. for a job on the Easton Reservoir. He would much prefer outside work but if this cannot be found he is willing to take anything that will bring him in some cash to enable him to follow through on the Alaskan trip plan. The only fly in the ointment as far as he is concerned is the fact that there are so few girls up there. He offered to take Barbara (Plumb) along with him if she would promise to go around with him instead of with Dan. Meantime, he is doing some work around the house here like burning leaves in the yard, varnishing the kitchen linoleum, putting up storm windows, getting junk ready for the rubbish collection this week, etc. Tonight Donald has taken him and Jean down to see Red in Brooklyn. I saw Charlie Chaplin’s picture of the Great Dictator in Brooklyn. It was good but not worth relatively the $1.10 charge.

Will call it quits now as I have several other letters to write. No more news anyway. Don’t forget to send me promptly a list of the things you want for Christmas. I am planning to do my Christmas shopping early and I want what little I shall spend to count in getting you things you will really enjoy, hence this plea for aid.


P.S. David brought home his first report card the other day, with the following marks: History – 70, Algebra – 90, English – 80, Latin – 85, Singing – 85.

Tomorrow and Friday I’ll be posting another letter from Grandpa. It saddens me that I don’t have copies of letters he mentions having received from the boys at this early stage. In later years Grandpa included excerpts from their letters but he hasn’t started to do that yet.

On Saturday and Sunday I’ll post more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – A Very Busy Sunday (1) – Oct. 1941

It is 1941. Lad has been back from Venezuela for about 5 months and Dan has just returned from Alaska. They are both working for the Producto Manufacturing Company in Bridgeport and hoping they won’t get drafted, but the war is moving closer each day.

October 12, 1941

Dear Ced and Dick:

I almost missed out on my weekly letter to you as this has been an unusually busy day. Aunt Elsie came up last night in honor of Aunt Betty’s birthday, and because she had to get back to New York early to trim the window, she had to leave in time to catch the 10:20 train this morning. As Lad was still asleep and Dan has no driving license, it was up to me to drive her to the station along with getting Aunt Betty fixed up, lighting her stove, etc., getting her breakfast, getting Elsie’s breakfast, starting dinner and so on. Then, because Mrs. Warden was coming home from the hospital today with her new baby, I invited Paul and his wife in to dinner. The doctor yesterday had told Aunt Betty she could come down to dinner today, so we had to get the dining room heated up. Dave helped me with this after coming home from church while Dan did some work around the yard. While we were at dinner, Bruce Lee, his two sisters from Maryland (one of them Jack’s mother, Dick,) Jack’s father, their two young daughters and Pat all breezed in. This resulted in questions about Alaska and Venezuela developing quite naturally into showing of motion pictures, souvenirs, etc., during which Don Whitney, Barbara, Chet, Jean Hughes, Babe and Red dropped in. Then it was necessary to get the three Westport girls some supper, as Bruce and his party of older ones left for dinner waiting them in Westport, but the girls stayed on to see the finish of the movies. Then I had to get Aunt Betty back upstairs, get her supper. I have left Dave to act as host to the three girls while the rest of the gang are upstairs visiting with Aunt Betty and I sneaked off to do this.

This photo of a 1941 Buick Special – dark blue –  is from the following URL –  

          The big news this week is that on Wednesday Lad bought a car. It is a twin of mine, same make, year, model, except that it is dark blue. I arranged a loan for him at the North End Bank, which, together with some $200 that Dan loaned him, made up the purchase price of $900, which, incidentally, is also the price I paid for my car. His car has more mileage on it than mine, but he says mine has more pep; in fact, Lad says my car is the peppiest car he has ever driven.

Dan, as he probably informed you, is working at the same place as Lad — the Producto Machine Co., only on different work. He seems to be getting along all right although it is entirely different work than he has ever done.

I thought I had been able to get a girl to help in the office, and Italian girl from Southport, but after being there three days she left word Saturday morning that she could not keep the job as her mother had been taken sick and she had to stay home to take care of her. That leaves me up in the air again. It is almost impossible to get any kind of girl around here these days to do any kind of work, as the demand from the factories where high salaries are paid, cleans the market out pronto.

I do wish one of you boys would write me as we have heard nothing from Alaska since Dan left.

Tomorrow I’ll post the rest of this letter.

On Wednesday, a letter from a friend from Venezuela to Lad.

On Thursday and Friday, another letter from Grandpa to Ced and Dick in Alaska.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – 97th Epistle (1) – The New Office – Oct., 1940

Being the 97th Epistle depicting the homely affairs of one Guion, of Trumbull, Conn., set forth for the edification of his sons, abroad, dated this 13th day of October, 1940.

Dear Lad, Dan, Ced and DICK:

Local election is over and Trumbull now has a new Republican First Selectman, named Bailey. He was elected over Davis by a comfortable margin. The latter was considerably surprised and disappointed I have reason to believe. The new man seems to be a real fellow and I am hopeful will give Sexton and his gang a real battle on every occasion.

Well, we have finally moved all the junk out of the old place and, after throwing at least half a ton away, still have the new place so cluttered up with unarranged boxes, and machines and books and addressograph plates that it is difficult to move around, but this is gradually getting sorted and order being restored. I expect they will start in building a petition for my private office on Monday and when this is completed it will begin to look more like a going business instead of a London bomb outrage. At the risk of repeating something I have said in former letters, let me describe it for the benefit of those who have not seen it. Proceeding down Main Street toward Seaside Park, you have on the corner of State Street, on the right, the Bridgeport – Peoples Savings Bank, next to which is a three storied building formally the Bridgeport Land & Title Co. Adjoining this is also a three storied white stone building of pleasing and substantial appearance, modern in type and architecturally attractive, the ground floor and second-floor of which is occupied by a firm of lawyers known as Webb & Harris. Opposite is an attractive one-story building occupied by Hincks Bros. Next door 2871 Main Street is a vacant lot in one corner of which is a lunch wagon, adjoining this vacant lot is the old Park Theater Building and beyond this is the new building housing the Bridgeport Hydraulic Co. From the entrance door on Main Street, two flights of wide steps lead to the top floor occupied by the Guion Co. The entrance is at the rear and to the left at the top of the stairway. There are landings at the second floor (opening into three large windows at the front on Main Street and three at the back, one of which is in the toilet just to the right of the entrance door. In other words, it is between the top of the stairs and the rear wall of the building. The middle rear window lights a wash basin and the third will be in my private office which occupies a space facing the entrance door. There will be a little reception hall between the stair wall and my office partition and a railing dividing this visitor’s portion from the workroom proper, which occupies perhaps three quarters of the total space. This will shut off our workroom from prying eyes and permit a degree of privacy in conducting our affairs which was not possible in the old place. It is so pleasant by contrast to have heat by the mere turning of a valve in the radiator, supplied by a G. E. oil burner in the basement. There is also hot running water. The landlords are the Bridgeport City Trust Co., who are very decent. They have given us, without our asking for it, one month’s rent free, and the rent is only $25 monthly, just half what we paid in the old place without heat. The only drawback is the long flights of stairs to climb. I have signed a three years lease. I feel this is good business as rates are very likely to advance during the next year or two as industrial Bridgeport gets underway producing war supplies. Business for the past month or two has been showing signs of getting better but we still have a long ways to go before we shall have cleared up all our old debts and start to make some money. I forgot to say that the empty lot next to our building is rented out as a parking lot at the rate of three dollars a month per car, and both George and I have rented space accordingly.

AD Guion Letterhead and business and membership cards

I think I’ve seen letterhead from 871 Main St., but couldn’t find it. I may have been mistaken.


Luckily were able to retain the same telephone number. Next we will have to have stationary with the new address printed on it, new business cards, envelopes, etc. and get up some signs showing our new location. There is a fire escape on the back wall and a sprinkler system overhead. A series of bins have been built along the left wall as you face the street for supplies of paper, envelopes, etc. A number of base plugs furnish electric outlets for the various machines and overhead lights supplement the natural light from the windows. If I had the money I would put in some of these new fluorescent lights but they may come later. All in all, I think it is a good move.

Tomorrow and Friday, I’ll post the other portions of this letter.

On Saturday and Sunday, some more Special Pictures. On Monday,

I’ll be posting letters from 1941. Lad has returned from Venezuela, Dan has just returned from Alaska and both are worried about the draft.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Absentee Voters – (1) A Move And An Engagement – Oct., 1940

Guion Weekly Chronicle No. 96

Trumbull, Conn.

October 6, 1940

To Trumbull Absentee Voters, GREETINGS:

If this letter fails to arouse interest, it will be the fault of the reporter and not of the news he is reporting. The time is later than usual because Dave and I have just returned from the movies at the Warner where we saw “The Ramparts We Watch”. What a picture! But then I must be pardoned an enthusiasm which it would not be natural for you to share, because the first half depicted actual scenes from the days of 1914 to 1919 – – days which I lived through and shared emotionally with those in the picture – – days when a young married couple, your mother and I, watched the unfolding of events from day to day, just as you watch them thrown on the screen only in real life, and it is because it is such a faithful rendition of events a score of years ago that it brought back very vivid memories of trials and tribulations and joys and accomplishments, establishing a home for wife and little boy babies, etc. When you see it, if it comes to your cinema palace, you can look upon it almost as a page torn from your parent’s book of life. But I guess I got off the subject a bit. The reason for this letter being started late and not before we went to the movies – – but there, that is part of the tale.


Carl Wayne

Carl Wayne

I think I told you in my last letter that your sister and her husband and son left the ancestral roof which has since, at least that portion of it, been untenanted (except by birds and squirrels). Last night after returning from a Republican Rally at the school, I found Carl waiting for me in the kitchen. After a few commonplaces he asked me if I had done anything about renting the apartment. I told him a friend of Don Quaintance, a reporter on the Times Star, who had recently been married and was taking Don’s place as Trumbull correspondent for the newspaper, had said something about being desirous of finding a place to rent in Trumbull, but I had heard nothing definite, Why?

Ethel BusheyWell, he said, and pulled a small box from his pocket, I bought this ring today for Ethel, and while I have not said anything to anybody but yourself about it, I was thinking of asking her to marry me and this naturally brought up the question as to where we might live. The ring was gold with a medium large Pearl. Incidentally, I learned today from Dick, who went with Barbara and Red and Jean down to New York lastnight to dance to a Hawaiian orchestra, that when Carl heard they were going on this spree, he seemed much interested and finally arranged to go with them in his own car with Ethel, and between or during the dances or something, gave Ethel the ring. You will probably hear more detail from Barbara, Dan, when she writes you all about it. That’s news item No. 1.

No. 2 might be the moving of the Guion Advertising outfit from 231 Fairfield Ave, where they have held forth for some seven years, to new quarters at 871 Main St. Perhaps some of you may recall the moving of our equipment from the Security Building. Well, some of our heavy machinery is not moved yet – – the two long flights of stairs being too much of a problem for amateurs when the moving of the heavy pieces was concerned. We did get most of the current machines moved with the help of Hugo Schalich and his truck, George, Miss Denes, Dick, Dave and (in very modest portion) myself. The partition for my private office is not yet built but I hope to have everything moved and somewhat in shape by the end of the week. Incidentally, Willkie is due to visit Bridgeport this week and as we are practically opposite the Willkie headquarters in Bridgeport, I expect we will have a good view of his visit.

Tomorrow, I’ll post the rest of this letter, which covers News Item # 3. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I’ll be posting a three-part letter written by Grandpa to his boys.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Twiddledum and Twiddledee – Oct., 1941

DPG - Dick on Island

Trumbull, October 5th, 1941

Dear Tweedledum and Tweedledee:Ced and car - 1940 (3)-head shot

Well the great day has come and gone, or perhaps I had better say has come and is still with us. Dan arrived on Friday as per schedule. I don’t know why it is that the weather man always plans a juicy return for my boys. We met Lad in a pouring rain and in spite of the fact that September has been a phenomenally dry month, having established a record in these parts for a minimum of rainfall for a number of years, it decided Friday to make up for lost time. Dan’s telegram, if you recall, said the train was due at the Penn. station at 2 o’clock. Remembering that we were tardy in meeting him at the boat I determined that this procedure would not be repeated this time, so I allowed three hours for the trip, leaving the office a bit after 11, picking up Dave at Bassick (High School), making a delivery in Fairfield, and proceeding onto the Merritt Parkway. After riding around a bit to find a parking place near the station we finally disembarked at 1:20. We picked up a hasty snack at an automat nearby, telephoned to Elsie to tell her how Aunt Betty was getting along and arrived inside the waiting room at 1:40. The train was scheduled to arrive at 1:50 but when we finally reached the exit gate we were informed the train had arrived 10 minutes early and everyone was out. Then began a search through the big station, Dave on one side, I on the other. After a great deal of peering into ladies rooms, telephone booths, etc. I finally espied our long-lost son and brother and great was the joy thereof. Barbara had been looking forward to going down with us, but, because the only other clerk had to be away, Barbara couldn’t make arrangements with her office. We got Dan’s bags and drove home in the rain. Later Don and Barbara drove in and I invited them to supper. Then they hopped in Don’s car and picked up Jean M, Jean H, Chet, Evelyn, Biss and her two kiddies and Lad and ran off to the movies, both north and south wings. Last night (Carl and Ethel came in Friday also) Don and Barbara and Dick Christie and the home gang spent a very pleasant and entertaining evening looking at the enlargements of Dan’s colored 35mm stills. It certainly brings a warm feeling around the heart to have three boys home. I would like to make it five. Tell Dick, Jean and I got together and comforted one another on the absence of letters from Dick. We all agreed that Dick was all cockeyed in his wrong idea that he does not write an interesting letter. (Just a minute, Dick, and I’ll get out my little poem and read “it’s all in the state of mind” to you).

Aunt Betty seems to be coming along fine. She has been very good about following the doctor’s orders and in consequence is showing much improvement. This is not only my opinion from observation but both the doctor who came again yesterday, and the nurse, say the same thing. In fact the doctor let her sit up today and as she improves, this will occur over longer periods until she can get around again. She will just have to take it easy for a while.

Mr. Warden is finally a mother, his wife having giving birth to a little girl last Thursday.

Tomorrow is Election Day in Trumbull and I suppose Mr. Bailey will again be returned to the office of First Selectman.

Dan said something about going down with Lad tomorrow and seeing about a job at Producto.

Aunt Betty likes to look over my letters to you boys before I send them and as I do not want to worry her, I am not showing her this page.

Yesterday, George told me he had received a telegram from the War Department in Washington assigning him to work as a draftsman at Remington Arms, and to report there Monday. This leaves me high and dry because he is the only one I have had since Miss Denes left, with Dave coming in afternoons to do graphotype work. Life hands us these rude jolts from time to time, and even though you get hardened to it after a while, it does slow one down for a while. I haven’t the least idea what I can do. I have asked Miss Platt if she can take care of jobs temporarily until I can locate someone else but the trouble is that everyone that has my ability at all has a job at defense work at a good salary, and experienced multi-graph operators are few and far between even in normal times. George has promised to come in nights temporarily to take care of rush jobs. If things were not the way they are at home here, what with the necessity of getting the boys supper and taking care of Aunt Betty, I could go back to the office nights and try to learn running the multigraph myself from George. Of course, right now I’m feeling pretty low in spirits but I’ll get over it and find some way out. With only George and myself taking small salaries, and with the low rent we have been paying, we are not doing so poorly financially. In fact, for the last few months we have been able to catch up quite a bit on old debts, and I was looking forward to really getting caught up in being a lot better off than we have for some years. I have asked Estelle to come in tomorrow to help out, but this added to Aunt Betty’s illness and the added burdens at home because of it, ought to get my fighting spirit up. Dan’s homecoming is the one sweet spot that helps brighten things up. I don’t know why I am unburdening myself on you boys except that it perhaps eases the pressure a bit at your expense, but it’s a mean stunt anyway.

Today is been unseasonably warm and humid. The leaves are beginning to turn and a few have fallen but we have not yet had a real frost.

Guess that’s about all I can think of at this time.


Tomorrow and on Sunday,

I’ll be posting Special Pictures.

On Monday I’ll begin a week of letters written in 1944. Lad is married and the Army keeps moving him (and Marian) around. Dan is in London – and sometimes France. Ced is still in Alaska working as a mechanic and bush pilot, Dick is in Brazil and Dave is in training. Grandpa tries to keep everyone connected.

Trumbull – Dear Old Reliable – July, 1941 (2)

This is the second portion of the letter written by grandpa Ced while he was in Alaska with Dan and Dick.

For government purposes I was compiling the other day a list of the various jobs in which I have worked, and following a conversation I had one evening with Dick, in which I related the episode of being offered a job as a private Secretary of John D. Rockefeller, Sr., in which narrative he seemed to be interested, it occurred to me it might be one means of completing this page by recording this succession of jobs for your perusal.


I don’t recall what year I first started into work as an office boy for the Bankers Life Insurance Company on my first job at four dollars a week but I do know that in May 1903 I was working there at 31 Nassau St., New York City. Here with the assistance of the boss’s stenographer I started to learn shorthand. As I look back on it now it was a mistake not to go to a good school where they knew how to teach because eventually I had to do just that and had to unlearn what I had learned wrong. At the end of May 1903 I took a job across the street with a much larger company, the Mutual Life Insurance Company. The next year I took the job as stenographer in the purchasing Department of the American Smelting and Refining Company, controlled by the seven Guggenheim brothers, one of whom died the other day and left his fortune to four Follies beauties. It is rather noteworthy that during this time I placed many orders for machinery and mining equipment for the Kennecott Mines and the Copper River and Northwestern Railway and other Alaskan properties. On October 30 I left Smelting to take a job with the estate of C. P. Huntington. It was while there I bid on a set of Sheraton furniture for my boss in competition with Mrs. Vanderbilt. I was fired from there with a month’s salary in advance and a week later landed a job with St. Nicholas magazine. During the six years I was with the Century Company, I was married and two little boys arrived to make our hearts glad and worry their mother by riding kiddie cars down Darling Avenue hill. On February 19, 1917, I left to take a better job with the Celluloid Company, and Ced and Elizabeth put in an appearance. This was during the great world war. I was exempted from the draft because of my family but I did join a home defense league and drilled with a club to protect the building from possible rioters. My boss left Celluloid Company and went to a bigger job with the National Aniline and Chemical Company, and persuaded me to come with him. In 1920 Dick was born and we moved to Trumbull, soon after which I left National and in the fall of 1923 joined the Bridgeport Brass Company. In March 1928 I left to start my own company, from which time to the present you know what happened without my relating it here.

The last part of this letter will appear tomorrow.

I’ll finish out the week with another two-part letter from Grandpa to his Alaskan sons  

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 51 – Mary E. Wilson – about 1930

I’m going to be out of town next week taking some job training so I’ll be posting Special Pictures for the week. I hope you enjoy them.

Mary E. Wilson

Mary E. Wilson

At this point in her life, Mary is in her early 20’s, working for the General Electric Company in Bridgeport, Ct and having fun, horseback riding, dancing, picnics and other fun activities. She hasn’t met Archie Wilson yet but that will be happening soon.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Biss to Ced – Aug., 1940

Biss and Butch, 1940

Biss and Butch, 1940

8:05 PM


Sat. Eve.

Dear Ced —

I just finished reading your letter and decided to answer immediately as Zeke was not home – so Zeke just walked in. He went fishing last night for the weekend but the fish weren’t biting so he came home this afternoon instead of staying over.

Arnold and Alta are getting married September first at Alta’s house and then they’re going on a three weeks vacation or honeymoon up the line to Canada etc. Of course they are taking the trailer along with them.

Butch considers himself too smart for school and is starting one of his own instead. He is teaching “How to bring up parents” but so far he found his class below par. As far as hunting and fishing are concerned he is waiting until he is able to join you to see Alaska’s sports for himself – he’s from Missouri. I reserve my comments as to Butch’s rival myself for the words aren’t fit to print. I still am not sure – but I have my doubts and fears. Zeke says, “It all depends upon who’s fishing whether or not there is sport in those fish”.

Aunt Anne has not showed up as yet for she tripped on something and broke a bone in her foot. She is coming Wednesday and Gwen is going to drive for Aunt Anne can’t as yet. Aunt Betty is visiting us for a few weeks. Grandma, Aunt Helen, Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Lawrence were up a week ago to get Aunt Helen’s trunks straightened out and shipped to New York. It is practically winter here although it is only August. Dave went up to Pomperaug or someplace or another. The police have been reinstated just as they were before.

Eleanor Kurtz is getting married next month. Butch is sleeping soundly at present but with all the noise Zeke is making I don’t know how long he will stay that way. We’ve been having a card tournament lately – just playing rummy – and so far I am champ – not to sound as if I am bragging or anything like that. Today Dick went downtown with me and we bumped into Donald W (Whitney) on the corner of Main and Fairfield. He said he had called up the house and they told him Dick had gone to town. He figured more people passed the corner there than any other place so he stationed himself and began to watch for us. He had just about given up hope when along we came. He bummed a ride home with us. You know he has a car now. It isn’t in running condition as yet. He hopes to get a license next week. I don’t know what make it is. Charlie Hall has a new one to – I believe it is a 35 or 36 Ford. Dick has hopes of buying one like it. – Did I hear some remarks from you? Art Mantle get’s out this week or next – I don’t know whether or not he expects to reenlist – maybe you know? Irv (Zeke’s brother) cracked up again. It cost him $25 this time and I guess his license was taken away because he was arrested for reckless driving by Nat Heywood. Zeke wants to know if you have saved any money as yet. Well space is getting short so I had better close before I get squeezed in.



P.S. – Butch say’s Da-da-day – Translate as you please.    B

I’ll be posting Special Pictures on Saturday and Sunday and then next week, I’ll be posting letters from 1941. Dick has traveled to Alaska to deliver a car to his brothers. Dan and Ced, and Lad has just returned from Venezuela after two and a half years.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – A Good Start In Alaska – Aug., 1940

Ced and car - 1940 (3)-head shot

Trumbull, Conn.   August, 1940

Dear Ced:

This has been a good week – – nice long letters from both you and Lad. Barbara happened to be here when your letter arrived, visiting Biss. She remarked that she had been waiting for a letter to come from you so that she could find out what was really happening, Dan’s letters not being so strong on the matter-of-fact things. You have made a good start along that line, and, knowing how difficult it is sometimes to know what the other fellow really wants to know, suppose in commenting on your letter I asked a few additional questions as I go along. You are staying at Mrs. Walsh’s House and eating at Mrs. McCain’s. How far apart are they? How far are both of them from the airbase where Dan works and from Woodley’s where you work. As Dan takes his lunch to work I assume it is a bit too far to walk back and forth during the noon hour. Do they have buses running back and forth or do you both have to hoof it morning and evening or can you hitchhike? How about mosquitoes? Col. Weeks told me that when he was in Anchorage some years ago the mosquitoes on the River were sometimes so thick, it looked almost like a fog.

You say both Mrs. Walsh and Mrs. McCain have granted you credit until you are paid at the end of the month, “so funds therefore will hold out indefinitely.” I’d like to know more about that fund business. How much did you have left when you reached Seattle? How much did you sell the Willys for? How much was the fare from Seattle to Anchorage?

I am delighted at Dan having landed so lucrative a job. As I figure it, with one hour off for lunch, he works 7 1/2 hours or 48 1/2 hours a week, times 4 1/3 weeks in a month, at a $1.15, must bring him in about $250 a month which is even more than Lad is making, if you don’t figure in his board and keep, and that’s pretty good pay in anybody’s language these days. You do not say how many days a week you put in at the $.60 rate. I suppose they pay time and a half for overtime, and if you have a 44 hour week, you are not doing so bad yourself. There is one thing I am sure of that your boss will soon discover, which I should think, would be very important in airplane work and that is that whatever you do will be done right and carefully and finished. It may take you longer to do than the other fellow, but you can be more certain of the results. I’ll soon be expecting to hear that because of your dependability you will be given more responsible work at a higher rate. I’ll give Mr. Woodley about a month to get wise to the find he has made in his Conn. Yankee helper. Evidently the certificates and letters of recommendation were not needed by either of you in landing jobs.

And by the way, pardon me for not heading this letter “Dear Duke”.

The hot spell here has ended and the last two days have been pretty pleasant. I got a letter from Anna Heurlin this week giving “any friends of Cedric’s” permission to use the island any time or as long as they wish. I have written and thanked her on both your behalf and my own. Mr. Plumb is feeling better due to the change in weather principally. Tell Dan a dividend check for $4.50 on his Commonwealth Edison stock has been received and credited to his account. The old Plymouth is still running along although I had a flat in Bridgeport Friday, left front, and Carl had to put in a blowout patch. This month I will make the final payment to Sears and Roebuck on the Willys tires. See Lads letter for further small news, and write whenever you get the chance and feel like it.