Washington, D.C. January 11, 1937
Dear Bess:
I knew very well something was not just as it should be and I'm sorry I didn't hop the train last Friday and come home. It is a relief to know that the young lady is getting all right. Your special was in my box when I got over to the hotel and the Air Mail came this morning so I feel much better. I guess I'll have to quit being a baby and go to work - but it's hell I tell you.
Hon. Nathan Bachman called me last night and wanted to know if I was going to dress up for Joe Guffey's party. I told him I'd wear civilian clothes and a hickory shirt and I did. Mrs. Garner was right at the head of the line with Joe and Miss Guffey (the fat one) and she remarked that I looked as well in a blue shirt as I had the night before in a large white one. I met the V.P. and her in the elevator at the Washington as I went up to the Naval banquet. Ryan Duffy, Nate, Bill Bulow, Tydings, Pat Harrison and myself had on every day clothes. Ashurst, Jimmy Burns [sic], Thomas of Utah, Tom Connally, and nearly all the new men had on their nigger preacher coats. Bilbo Burke and someone else I can't remember had on Tuxedos; so that there was variety enough to suit everyone. Clark had on his long coat. I noticed that nearly all who had their wives with them were properly dressed. Mrs. Clark offered to chaperone me until you come. It was a nice party. Nate only wanted to stay a half hour. We arrived at 5:30 and I left at 7:30 and he was still talking to Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Clark and the Misses Guffey. He called me up after I got back to the hotel and very profusely apologized. I went up to see him and we parted good friends.
The Henderson dinner was a family affair and most pleasant. I gave the twins my pass to Lowes for this week and pleased 'em to death. What day is that wedding? I'll have to go I guess. The invitation was to both of us. Will you get 'em something or shall I and what?
Kiss Margie. Love to you Harry.