1939 April 13 “The Battle-axe’s letter”

4/13/39

Darling Girl:

I have been expecting to receive the letters for some time, so it didn’t frighten me.

The Battle-axe’s letter infuriates me.  I am sorry for Bill as I would be for anyone who is not healthy, but I fail to see where you have any responsibility.  You are fortunate to have gotten out of the deal with your own health. He displayed his usual selfish streak by marrying you when he must have known that he would always be a liability to you.  If his mother had “burdened her heart” a little less and burdened her pocket-book and hair brush a little more, there are at least four of us who would not be a lot happier.  The letter looks to me as if she were trying to see you to ask you for help, either to go back to him and take care of him, or help finance a couple more years of “rest” for him.  Maybe it would “do me (her) so much good to see you,” but it would make a nervous wreck out of you, and I would avoid it like poison if I were you.  Let me again advise you to let Burns make all the decisions.  Has he seen this letter (and all similar ones, for that matter)? If not, it would be well to ask him if he cares to, and let him read them for his own information so that he may advise you correctly.  Bill didn’t even stick to you when you were perfectly healthy, and he never provided even the necessity of clothing, so I feel that your responsibilities are definitely nil.

Darling, the Kennedys just aren’t our kind of people.  That letter is horrible.  There are 310 words in it, 63 of which are underlined, and 5 of which are doubly underscored.  I am angry that anyone should insult your intelligence by writing you such a sloppy, meaningless, mess.  It is so overdone, so completely devoid of intelligent thought, that I hope we may soon be free of all related associations.

PLEASE NOTE—Don’t write or say anything to her without Burn’s knowledge and approval.  If you feel that you must write something, keep a copy, and have Burns read the one you send her, and let him mail it.  I really feel though that you will be able to avoid her for another month.

I have been keeping complete copies of all of the last two weeks’ letters and shall continue to so do.  This applies to penciled remarks and other additions.  May I suggest that if you truly want originals, you might write your answers on the backs of my originals.  But in any case, I shall hold the copies.

As concerns mailing schedules, I believe that anything mailed before noon on Friday reaches me Saturday morning.  You’re awfully sweet to think of getting me a letter Saturday, for it certainly helps out the week-ends.

I hope this entire mess turns out for the best in the near future.  We have done excellently thus far, and we are all set if we can keep it up.  Burns’ optimism is encouraging.  He wouldn’t be able to sleep nights if he knew how much I am dependent on his abilities.

I shall send Wayne a Birthday card on the 17th, and it should reach him on the 19th.

When you see Dotty, give her a slap on the back for me.

Speaking of weather, we had a fifteen minute blizzard out here last night.  And the “Windy City” is cock-eyed.  They don’t even know what wind is out there.  The corner of 5th and Cooper in Camden makes Michigan Blvd. seem as windless as the inside of a barn on a hot summer day.  It blew so hard last night while it was snowing that it pushed in one side of my hat!

5th and Cooper, Camden, NJ

I spent about an hour with Al last night and we talked apartments.  The ones I mentioned before are only four blocks from the University of Pennsylvania!  Does that put a bug in your ear.  Also, I have talked to a lot of people lately and apparently Al also has, and the general consensus of opinion leads to the following plan, which I think is good.  If I continue to get along as well as I have with the RCAM, the important thing to do is to stay with them.  The college education means little while I am with the RCAM, as I am already in, and promotions will be based on seniority and ability and not merely on college credits.  The second point is to have enough saved so that if I should ever decide to leave the RCAM, that I can do so and enter college immediately, with enough reserve to finish my degree.  Thirdly, I should take part time work so that I will gradually finish before the second item should occur.

This is the way it will work.

CASE I.  –I continue to work for the RCAM, or at least, continue to work at present or better wages.

I would first save enough for a year of school, and earmark it for that purpose.  Then I would take night and Saturday courses until I had finished my bach’s degree.  My master’s and doctor’s would follow in a like manner, unless it became desirable to follow out plan two for the advanced degrees as suggested for the bach’s in the following.

CASE II.  –I should become dissatisfied or fired or something.

In this case, as in the first, the initial move would be to save enough for the year of school.  If I asked for a raise, for instance, and business conditions were such that I couldn’t get it, then I could say, “sorry, boss, but I think I shall go back to school for a year.”  The ability to make a move like that is worth money.  I have employed it twice already.  When I left Fast’s, they offered me $100 per month to stay.  The next time I was on their pay-roll, they gave me $151 per month!  Similarly at Well’s, they offered me $25 per week to stay, and paid me $27 per week to come back and $35 per week to stay after I was back.

This is probably all very boring.  The question instantly arises as to where you fit in the new schedule.  Well, I have spent a good deal of time thinking it over, and there seems to be one plan which stands out.  I am not even suggesting it, but am merely mentioning it for your comments.  First, if you come out here in January or so, you will have to work for at least two years under the plan I previously suggested.  The system of trying to be together as much as possible, and yet not violate any of the social proprieties is a difficult one, and would work quite a mental strain on both of us.  You would probably work in Philly, and therefore one of us would have to commute.  To put it bluntly, if you are willing to work for the first couple of years of our married life, I don’t see too much objection to our getting married sometime about six months or a year after your arrival here, provided my present job and budget hold out.  If we rush ahead blindly, Darling, we will run into a dead-end street in a couple of years time, but if we take things slowly, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t come out where John and Blenda are now—with me ten years younger than he is.  It is a long grind, baby girl, but I feel it will be a more pleasant one with you near me and married to me than with both of us struggling alone.

In the past, all of my good plans have worked, and my poor ones have died a natural death—although I murdered a couple of them in cold blood when I saw how wrong I was.  On this basis, I know that our present difficulties will come through.  Let me know, darling, what you think of the latest effort.  As to where you come in—guessing—about a year earlier.

I am sending the Battle-axe’s letter under separate cover and by regular mail.

I sort of love you, precious.  We just have to make them dreams come true.

Your husband, Cy

1939 April 17 “Sitting on a Volcano”

Editor’s note:  On April 17, 1939, Stalin signs a pact, aligning Russia with Britain and France against Nazi Germany.

Also, in April 1939, the U.S. military war planners completed their initial assessment of the potential threats from Germany, Italy and Japan.  Their concern was the build-up of Naval forces by Japan in the Pacific and fear that if Germany and Italy joined forces and established a foothold in South or Central America, there would be risk of invasion.  They established a series of “Rainbow” plans to prepare for the possible scenarios.  “The most limited plan (RAINBOW 1) would provide for the defense of the Western Hemisphere south to the bulge of Brazil (10� south latitude) the Western Hemisphere being taken to include Greenland (but not Iceland, the Azores, or the Cape Verde Islands) to the east, and American Samoa, Hawaii, and Wake (but not Guam or the Philippines) to the west.” These plans were further refined by June 1930.

See http://www.history.army.mil/books/wwii/SP1941-42/chapter1.htm

This plan also included a much needed build up in the Air Force, Army and Navy resources to protect the western hemisphere.  Manufacture of airplanes, ships and military equipment became an urgent priority.

4/17/39  #1

Baby Girl:

Don’t be frightened by the special, as everything is all right.  I was a bad boy, and didn’t find the time to write you yesterday, and I knew that would worry if you didn’t hear from me.  So I hope this gets there either tonight or tomorrow morning.  Looking at the weather, it doesn’t look like there will be much sky traffic today.

Saturday I bought a couple of reams of paper and went to work on my short story.  I also wrote Aiken and asked if I could go up there next week-end, or sometime soon.

Believe it or not, I finally got in touch with Rettenmeyer.  I was invited to drop in on his office Tuesday.  With the invitation, I shan’t feel that I am taking his time.

Went to the show yesterday which was lousy.  The stage show was good.  Chick Webb blew hell out of everything with his drums, Ella Fitzgerald swung the pants off of Deep Purple [Click link to listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nghXDkurkjk  ], St. Louis Blues, and a bunch of others.  Peg Leg Bates put on a swell tap show, in spite of being minus a leg, as also did Chuck and the Chuckles.

Peg-Leg Bates

Then the orchestra went to town on a jam session.  No kidding, we had jitterbugs in the aisle and everything!  Gee, I wish you had been with me.  You would have gotten a big kick out of it.

Well, Darling, it is time for breakfast, and I have to walk about 8 blocks to the Post Office before I eat.  I shall try to write more completely this afternoon or tomorrow night.  Good-night, precious, –I hope you’re getting this tonight.  I’m waiting for you, and always shall until I finally have you.

Your husband, Cy

# 2

Precious Girl:

Well, here it is, the same day, and I’m writing to you again.  I have two of your letters to answer, for that little note this morning didn’t say much.

As concerns the Thursday trip to NYC, you probably know that it was all a mistake.  I do want to see the kids, though, so I hope I hit them on their way home.

Precious, three days to go!  We have put in nearly a year of restraint on an order of which we can both be justly proud.  For my part, it has not only shown me how much I care for you, but also, and of more importance, it has shown me how deeply rooted that care is.

I shall try to drop Sam (you said Bill, but it is Sam) Vandivert a line sometime this evening.  I doubt if JH would make the trip, although if he is ever down here again, we might hook up for a while.

You should have the card for Mrs. Huntoon by now.  I couldn’t find another envelope large enough to house it, so you will have to scare one up.

OK, precious, on the holidays and stuff.  Keep me posted and I shall be a good boy.  I suggested to JH* that he have a picture made for his mother’s birthday.

I wish I had Andy’s confidence.  I feel like I’m sitting on a volcano.  I shall make few definite plans about anything until that is cleared up.  I suppose when it is we should wait until fall to make a formal announcement.  I have no objections to telling your folks, but I would wait until we are ready to announce our engagement.  Then we could give her the chance if she wants to, and if she won’t do it, I would be more than pleased to have Doris and Cliff do the honors.  I’m afraid I shall always consider them as my real in-laws.  We would make a lot of our friends embarrassed if we announced it as soon as we both want to.  By fall I should be able to handle the ring situation a little more effectively.

Did you get to see Orrin?  I’ll bet it was good.

So you like my idea!  Well, good!  I feel insanely happy about it, so let’s not think any more about it until the present battle is cleared up.  When it is all out of the way, we shall elaborate on this other plan.  As you say, we will have to watch out for that little blonde.

I can’t see a chance of being able to stand up under a strain like the one we underwent in those 8 months or so in Chicago, and we can handle the marriage situation if we use our heads.

For goodness sakes.  Of course I have no objection to your wanting your things from the farm.  Of course, I yet don’t feel that you have much chance of getting them, but there is the chance that once this other is cleared away, your Mother will be so sick and tired of the Kennedy family that she will accept anything, even me!  Who knows, maybe after I tell her to go to and stay a couple of times she will begin to like me.

I got a card from Fritz tonight saying he was going to be out here most of the week.  I shall call him and see if I can’t have dinner with him once at least.  His hours are not so hot for much of anything as he works until 10 P.M.  But it certainly was good to hear from him, and I shall get a big kick out of talking to the old horse-thief.

Don’t ever tell him I told you, and I mean that, but Johny says that he misses you more than anything he left in the middle west.  I must be nuts, but I’m not the least bit jealous!  I’ll bet we have a lot of week-end company one of these days.

Baby girl, we have an awful lot to accomplish in the next fifteen years, but I’d rather work at it with you than with anyone else in the world.  There are a lot of things I could say, but I can express the meaning better by just not saying them.  You’re still my baby, and I love you, and I guess that’s about all that we can let count at this stage of the game.  Still your best friend, but a lot more, I hope.

Cy

*John Huntoon

1939 April 20 “Today is the Day”

No. 1

4/20/39

Good Morning Pretty Girl:

Welll, today is the DAY.  Here’s hoping for a speedy and satisfactory decision.*

Not much time, but just want you to know I yet adore you.

Dinner with Fritz Tuesday and with Al out at his home last evening, so there isn’t much left of me.

We have had nothing but rain out here, broken only by an occasional London pea-souper fog or a cloudburst or two.

I haven’t heard from Aiken yet, but I imagine I shall go up there this week-end or next.

Oh, oh!  Time to go.  Will write more this evening.

Love and lots of it.    Cy

No.2

4/20/39

Precious:

This is a big day, so I don’t see why I can’t write two letters to you.  Besides, I have two to answer.

Am I jealous!  Not of Orrin, silly but of you.  I wish I could have seen the old mousetrap perform and hear the sax.

Oh, Honey.  I’m sorry you hit the rocks Sunday, but you are fortunate in a way.  When I see your pictures, read your letters, and can see your little lips on the last page, I have all the inclination to bawl, but just can’t do it.  I sometimes think it would be a relief to be able to.

The pictures are swell.  I’m almost as proud as—well, you know what.  But not quite.

Don’t worry too much about your grandmother.  It will probably be a relief for her.

So JH wants a picture!  Tsk, tsk.  I would be surprised except that I told him to write to you and ask you when he was down here.  He said he wanted one, but didn’t know just how to go about it without arousing suspicion.  So I told him that it was ok if he could get your approval.  Gee, I feel flat all of a sudden.  When I was writing that, I felt just like you were behind me and I was kidding you.  That can’t go on forever.

Oh it’s getting late again and I must run down and mail this.

Fritz and I had a swell time together.  We spent about three hours with each other.  We had planned on getting to together again tonight, but he left at noon today, so I talked on the phone this morning—got him out of bed.  Call Dotty and tell her the evening I spent with him was liberally broken up by the futile attempts to find a letter for him in the pigeon-hole at the desk.  I think he still loves her—about as calmly as I love you.

I got a letter from Aiken today and shall be there this week-end, barring changes in his schedule.  The enclosure from Blen is self explanatory.

I’m getting awfully spoiled.  I’ve reserved one side of it for you and your picture, but I crawl over there just to be that little bit closer to you every night.  We passed one milestone today, darling, and we only have two more tough ones left.  Then we can start the other ten thousand.  Still your baby, Cy.

*I believe they are expecting to get an order granting Marty’s divorce today.

1939 April 22 I found a hanky with your lipstick on it

4/22/39

Darling:

Boy, have I been rushed this week!  First Fritz and then dinner with Al, and then I am about to leave for Aikens.

I finally located Ret yesterday and had a nice ten minute conversation with him.  Apparently he and Aiken are to each other as Johny and I.  He was terribly busy, but didn’t hesitate to ask me to sit down.  He is going to call me and make a luncheon date with me sometime next week.  I hope he doesn’t forget, but that is his privilege.  Aiken warned me that he would be brief and business-like, but I found him a most pleasing sort of person.

To add to the general rush, I have been trying to finish up some calculations to present to Doc for his comments. I got them far enough advanced last night so that I shall at least know of what I am speaking, as well as have figures to prove it.

Speaking of the latter, I think I shall write an article on graft in graphs.  I made an analysis of the different ways of making graphs lie when I was in school, and this information should be most valuable to a business-man’s magazine.  I also hatched up the plot for another short-story last night, which I must work on.  All in all, Darling, your little boy is as busy as a cat trying to surprise a bird on a tin roof.

I finished The Horse and Buggy Doctor last evening and found it an interesting book.  I am debating whether or not to buy a copy for us, but the state of the exchequer is prohibitive.

For once it looks like I might have nice weather for a week-end.  I am wearing my gray suit and shall offset this by carrying the raincoat.  It seems funny to be wearing this without seeing palm trees.  I associate it with Florida, as I wore it more in that state than anyplace else.

I found a hanky in the pants of my oxford gray suit.  This in itself is not worth of note.  But since it had some of your lip-stick on it, the situation was entirely changed.

One would logically think that the longer we are apart, the less dependent we will become upon each other.  In practice, it seems to work the other way.  Your letters have much more to do with the quality of the work I turn out than does the weather, the amount of sleep I had the previous week, or any other normal cause.  I yet believe that there is only one answer.  Let’s hope it doesn’t take too long.

Gee!  The bottom already.  I have ten minutes to meet the man who is driving me up.  Good –bye Precious, see you when I get back.  Cy.

1939 April 26 “You little dickens!”

4/26/39

Hi Darling:

Boy, do I have a lot of studying to do tonight.  I am getting to a tough spot on my development work, and I shall have my hands full.

I celebrated my birthday by re-writing and typing a short story.  I shall send it someplace tonight and pick up another rejection slip.

The clothes sound swell.  Hope the zipper up the front is reserved for my use? (%#)?????  It had better be.  Also applies to the buttons.

You little dickens!  So you dragged your pappy around to see my folks.  Leave it up to you to pull something like that.  How did things go?

The New York trip sounds swell now.  One of the fellows says I get a weeks vacation this year, although I doubt it.  That might be worked in someway also!

Sorry to hear about Em Squires.

Darling, this is a hell of a letter after not writing for two days, but I just can’t write any more.  If I did, it wouldn’t sound right, for I am tired and miss you more than I ever have before.  Why I should suddenly feel this way, I don’t know.  But I want to be near you very badly.  For no good reason, I would like to bawl on your shoulder.

Well, Sweetheart, with that cheery little paragraph I shall sign off.  I would like to take a hike in the rain tonight, but I am afraid I shall have to study.  When I get out that way, I can almost feel that you are right next to me, and that makes me a much more happy little egg.  Night, precious.  Wish you were going out to dinner with me tonight, and maybe a dance or something afterwards.  Guess I am just lonesome after all the company last week.  Love Cy.