Dearest Babs,
A very busy day, consisting of steady golf, 36 holes, from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. with an hour out for sandwich and rest. The usual crowd of my contemporaries, Mcllhenny, Legare, Mc-Cawley, Hollis, and we dined quietly at a very dry Metropolitan Club and now home at nine. Yesterday the usual work and dinner at home.
Monday. Nothing exciting today. I lunched with Mr. and Mrs. Homer at the Shoreham and am just back from dinner with eight of the British Embassy "boys" out at Woodley in the old Grover Cleveland house near the Cathedral. It is frightfully cold. I only hope it will get warmer for your trip tomorrow.
Yours has come telling of the safe arrival of the tickets and I hope all will go well on the trip and that Huckins will meet you all right.
Tuesday. Still very cold but the papers say warmer. I dine with Hohler tonight—Springy is back, and I think Senator Lodge is to be the fourth.
No news, except that apparently Daniels has chucked the Comforts Committee entirely and is trying to organize a rival set under the Red Cross and to be directed by Mrs. Stotesbury. The end is not yet as the League (or at least the Comforts Com.) is I think going to fight back.
You are entirely disconnected and Lucy Mercer and Mrs. Munn are closing up the loose ends.
Give a great deal of love to Hall, Margaret and the babies and kiss Anna for me. I hope she is loving her first grown up visiting party.
Your devoted
F
Dearest Babs,
Just a line before I go in to dine at the Ohls', damn nuisance as it's lovely out here this evening.
All well and a very busy day.
The more I think over the talk with the President the on, but then it will take lots more of the Churchill type of attack. I lunched with Willert and there is nothing more to do till Northcliffe comes down next Wednesday.
Kiss the chicks and loads of love.
Your devoted
F