Viewing page 12 of 154

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

8 Union Street
Schenectady, N.Y.
July 6, 1924.

Dear Willie:

Hear the cry of a soul in distress! and write me a line about the Shoals. Write me about the red rocks - the white rocks - the brown rocks - the waves - the color of the sea. I'm not joking now Willie - honestly I'm not. I want to hear. Because I have just appreciated that sad fact, that the loneliest place in the world is in a big city full of people that you don't know. The let-down from Star Island to Schenectady has been a little