Dear Bennie
To-day is Sunday, the day of rest and peace. The sin shines brightly, it is hot and everybody slumbers. But I , alas, am full of energy.
I have so far received six letters from you. The last one of August 15 or 16 (badly printed). It was such a sweet idea of sending me a four leaf clover - you dear Ben! You know I do not thing I have ever seen one before since once, I think, in Siberia. the letter with maps has not materialized.
Poor doctor! And Miss Stone must have felt like nothing on earth. I bet she is bordering on a break-down. Death has visited Farmington lately, it seems. How did he get one over? These connections do not seem to be very solid, either.
You poor Gravedigger! I hope are not that callous kind Shakespeare brings forward in "Hamlet". Well, well, well....I kind'a thought that the notorious word of "burglarize" would be colloquial. You must next see if there is such word as "antiburglarizationism". If there is, I'll take to drink!
I may have taken all the rust with me, but I am not so rusty (!) This work is doing me a lot of good. I am getting to be quite tough. Hard boiled Herman, in fact.
Dear old Owen! You know, he rather interests me. Externally, his a type of healthy, sporty, simple, though intelligent youngster; fond of machines, interested in all the latest inventions and in fact just what is understood by the expression of "Young America". But under that there lurks a very sensitive nature - I think. I think I see it in his searching anxious gaze in his eyes when he is talking with someone - which belies the lazy congenial smile on his lips. He is a bit of a dreamer too, I think. He sets high standards for himself. What do you think of his Phycology?
I now got well acquainted with the boys that work in the rock house. There are some very fine fellows there, in spite of their surroundings. It was rather hard for me to adapt myself at first. There were two courses for me: to remain aloof and make them understand the social difference, or to wise up and be like them - in the good sense. I certainly chose the latter. The first, due to the fact that I was just a workman, would inspire first ridicule, and then, enmity in them towards me. Besides, this is the "New World" (thank God) where the "casts" are a bit simplified. By a series of wrestling bouts and impressed the fact that it takes two small boys to get me; my reportee showed them that I could "talk to them" and above all, that in a general bit of sapping of any form, I could take the defeat in good grace and not be over-revengeful, but still be "all square". Yesterday, we had some fine time which made the time simply fly. Fellows had handfuls of dust poured down their necks from behind; two of the fellows - French Canadians- chases me up to the beams near the ceiling. I pushed their faces as they came up; jumped down on the belt and finished up with wrestling with both of them at once. We never finished it - the boss came in...and was tickled to death! We were dusty, but soap and water put everything right.
Oh, how I would love to have been with you at Lakewood! It was sweet of Auntie Lydia to remember me! And it was so sweet of you all to think of me at the sound of jazz! Oh I love jazz! And there is none here! BOO!
Well, please kiss your mother and Auntie Lydia for me. And you, dear pal, a well controlled hug and a "loud one".
Your Guigui
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