Washington, D.C. July 25, 1942
Dear Bess:
Well it's a better day, two letters from you and one from Margaret. Have a telegram from Brewster this A.M. wanting us to come to Maine on Aug. 14th to help launch ten merchant ships on the 15th. He wants you to sponsor one of them. I will send you the telegram as soon as Millie gets the answer off. I rather think we should go. Brewster has been one of my wheel horses on the Committee.
It has been raining since yesterday evening about nine o'clock. I rode the bus out to Nebraska last night and ate at the chicken place - not chicken but roast beef - started to walk home and almost got caught in the rain and its been going good ever since. Went to bed and right to sleep and didn't wake up until 7:30. Guess I was pretty tired.
I canceled my date with Mrs. Atwell. Had Millie tell her I was going out of town. Also told Mrs. McLean I'd be away the night of her dinner. Too much society to suit me. Maybe I'm nutty but I can't see anything to those people but a bunch of drunks and parasites, most of whom would be better off in some institution. And they are not conferring any favor on me by asking me out as one of the animals for display purposes. I've got a job to do and I'm going to work my head off to do it and maybe it'll help save the country for our grand children - if we have any and that's all I care about.
Tell Margie I'd sent her a letter on the same day she mailed me one. Also tell her the Missouri is still to be launched. So she'd better commence breaking bottles on the corner of the barn so as to be in practice. So had you if you go to Maine.
Love to you Harry