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885 East Grand View Av.,
Sierra Madre, Cali.,
4/7/35

My dear, dear:-
   To think that one little candle's gleam would mean so much to one who "lives in the clouds", as indicated in yours of Nov. 16, '34. (Shame on me for being so dilatory). Why, you would have to have a thousand of them from your eyrie heights, nay, maybe a million, to even know of their existence. Friendship does not mean, to me, the handclasp, the pat on the back, the intimate association, so many insist upon its being. There can be a mental connection, with all the ideals and memories related to it, and I often know that in our all too short company of the physical senses, I sounded some of the depths of your soul. So when I think of you, and yours, and every thought can be a prayer, and even tho' I never see you again, in the here, I always say "happy landing" for here and hereafter. I did think I would have an opportunity to come in and have that visit with your mother. It is my loss. I always come away from her with new strength, and in these days God knows we need plenty of new strength and second wind! The shocks come with much constant repetition that one can hardly get their heads from the ground before they are knocked down again. At least, I am. Roger Jos. is washing dishes in a ritzy tea room in Pasadena, but says he can't stand burning the candle at both ends very much longer;