Dear Bess:

  I went to the public health dentist yesterday and had two front teeth filled. That dark one and the one I broke at home. The gold had become loose in the dark one and that's what made it dark. Dr. Marshall took out the gold, ground out the black, and put in a white filling and that tooth is as white as any I have now. It had begun to hurt a little, hence the fixing.

  There was no letter when I got back and I had to go to the Appropriations Committee to argue a $240 million deficiency bill. It was noon when I got back to the office.

  I took a Baltimore bath and came to the office this A.M. at eight-thirty and there was yesterday's letter. I was sure glad to get it. I sent you some stationery yesterday although the slightly yellow brand you are using is all right. I don't care what stationery you use as long as I get the letter.

  Yes Mrs. Griggs is deviling me for a job. I can't get her one because she can't do anything but cook and that's not the sort of job she wants. She'd like one, so John says, where she could draw her pay and not do much work. People are never grateful or satisfied and since I don't expect them to be either I'm never disappointed.

  How did the kids' party and show come out? I saw it rated mention in the hometown paper of Thursday. The Star had quit coming and I'm not going to send them $7.50 for another six months. The Post comes for nothing.

  Doc Copeland sent me his book called the Dr. Copeland's Home Medical Book, by Royal S. Copeland M.D., a Physician of National Reputation, with the Doc's picture on the cover. There are 582 pages and I'm wondering if he'll bill me for it, remembering of course the experience of the beauty parlor operator at the Shoreham.

  I'm going to mail this letter in the post office so you ought to get it on time. Rust is coming to see me about the 1424 16th Street apartment tomorrow.

   I'll tell you what he says then. Kiss my baby. Loads of love and keep writing,

Harry