Washington, D.C. September 14, 1940
Dear Bess:
Well Friday 13th was a hectic day--so hectic I didn't get any letter off to you. So today you'll be without one. Thanks a lot for the clippings and the editorial page of the Post. Just throw those other papers away. The article I was interested in is now out of date and I won't get to use it any way. I am glad you are letting Margie have the two lessons.
You're not half as sorry as I am that you didn't come back with me. This is one hell of a place and I hate it worse every day. Leighton Shields was in to see me yesterday. Said they had him at work down at the A.G.'s office. He's trying to see the President but can't get in.
Poor old Ashhurst, all his demogogery didn't make him anything. Hayden says if he'd just gone home and made a half dozen speeches he'd have been elected. He made the grandest speech to the Senate you want to listen to when he was sure he was beaten.
It looks like I'm going to have to agree to the reappointment of Milligan as district attorney to fill out his term. And I guess it is the best politics anyway. Some of my Kansas City friends will be hopping mad about it. And I don't feel so good about it myself. But the Hatch Act has just about put a stop to the political usefulness of all federal employees anyway.
Mr. Clark came down to see me last night after the Senate session, and I couldn't get rid of him. He said he'd like to be back in the army, and then he put on a complete infantry drill in my office. I guess Mrs. Clark is still out of town. Hope to see you about Friday, no, Thursday afternoon, the nineteenth anyway.
Kiss Margie, love to you, Harry