Washington, D.C. December 21, 1941
Dear Bess:
Well I found a letter under the door as I came in just now and that makes the day as beautiful as the weather says it is. Glad you called home. It looks now as if I'll get away on Monday evening by National Limited. Be home Tuesday evening in that case. The President is supposed to call me about my committee but I don't suppose he will, and I'll probably have to rush right back for the purpose of seeing him. It must be done or I'd tell him to go to hell. He's so damn afraid that he won't have all the power and glory that he won't let his friends help as it should be done. The more I think of it, the pleasanter and more satisfactory it would seem to be under some old S.O.B. like Lear and just have one job to do and nobody's welfare to think of but a regiment's. There is some difference in being responsible for 1,420 and doing the same job for 130,000,000.
Harry Newman has asked me to dinner this afternoon at five. I'm going home and sleep some and then go. Had a fine time at Baltimore, and those Jews took me in the little poker game.
Kiss Margie, love to you, Harry