Chippewa Falls, Wis.
My dearest little Sweetheart:
It is exactly eleven bells in the morning that I’m writing you this letter. I suppose you wonder why I can find time to write to you at this time of the day. The answer is my darling Mabel is that I’m not working again today. I told you the reason yesterday – my dream came true which they very seldom fail to do. That means another day’s delay.
I suppose your big hearted boss returned to work today? He should have because the “friends” brought him down to Eau Claire in time to catch the 9:45 train.
I waited for Mollerus till 9:30 this morning but then he finally came down – almost in the shape my dream had foretold. While waiting for him to appear I struck, or, rather another fellow started a conversation with me.
He started out by telling me of the hectic trip he made Sunday from Wausau. He says he had to be pulled out of the mud a dozen or more times and that cost him about $10.00 but that wasn’t the most expensive part of it. He donated $40.00 in fine money to the City of Wausau, that happened like this. About 2 years ago he met a Wausau girl in Milwaukee. She is French and he is a Greek. But he has lots of money. He kept company with her all that time. Maybe you know her, her name is Evelyn Goulet. She gave him all the encouragement to believe she’d marry him but still she kept him in doubt so Sunday he drove to Wausau to talk to her father. Her father did not give him a chance to talk he right away start to beat the fellow up. But this fellow did not defend himself. And on top of the beating the girl’s father handed the bird, her father swore out a warrant against him for disorderly conduct. The chief of police told the fellow he was a darn fool for not taking a warrant against the girl’s father for assault & battery.
So instead he took the consequence & paid the fine & let himself be made a fool of. But this fellow is not through he has started action against Goulet on a very serious charge which will land Goulet behind bars. I’ll tell you personally about it. Maybe you know this family.
How did Barthels looks this morning? I saw him yesterday morning but I didn’t take the trouble of getting up to meet him. I saw him in the lobby but I pretended to be busy with reading a magazine. He kidded Mollerus about me “copping” off one of his stenojiggers he told Mollerus that you had resigned. He says that’s what he gets for Mollerus bringing an assistant. Mollerus told me about that this morning. I told Mollerus that you were going to Milwaukee as soon as I get through.
I hope by this time there is a letter on the way from you Sweetheart. I’m starting to look for one already.
How is the weather at Wausau? It’s raining here today. I wish I could get near a radio this afternoon so I can pass the time listening to a ball game.
Please, sweetheart excuse the penmanship I know it’s awful but I can’t help it the table I have in my room is so shaky that the least little shaking may tear it apart. The furniture is terrible in this Hotel. The rooms are about just as bad. But it won’t be a lifetime that I’ll stay here, that’s a big consolation.
Well little sweetheart I was a brave man last night, I had a tooth pulled. It didn’t hurt at all. It didn’t want to stop bleeding it keeps up almost all night. “One by one they’ll be coming out and soon I’ll be on parade with false teeth” – sing the foregoing to the tune of “Sweethearts on Parade.”
“Sweethearts On Parade” - "Sweethearts on Parade" from Sweethearts on Parade by Johnny Marvin (1928).
I hope you’ll get this letter by tomorrow so then I may yet receive an answer from you this week. I’ll scour around for more news & tell you more tomorrow. G’bye s’long darling sweetheart, from your own
Wallie
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With a Carload of Love... 