Thurs. July 11, 1940
Dt.,
Dear Pauline-
I received
mother’s gift, your letter and your bawling out all
the same day. I don’t see no reason to get all wrought up, cause I have not written
for a few weeks. Didn’t I tell you in
one of my letters not to have anyone send me any clothes? The folk’s intentions are well meant and I
appreciate the gifts and their thoughts, but their taste and mine differ. I hope you don’t make the mistake of trying
to buy Frank’s clothes, or he is liable to slug you. [Regarding] the shirt I received, the sleeves
are too long and the collar is too large.
I am going to try to exchange it at one of the stores here,
otherwise I’ll send it back to you. In
regards to my birth record, I mailed it in to Mrs. Moore as requested and as
yet have not been notified to appear to discuss the matter. I have been thinking the situation over and
I’m almost certain that I will start using our right name. There will be some inconvenience no matter
which name I decide to take. If I keep
the name “Savastone” I have to go to Probate court
and have it legalized. That costs money
and time, and if I use “Sevastonek” that also takes
time to get straightened out such as appearing before the social security
office, income tax, unemployment insurance office, and a few others. I’ll let you know at the last moment on what
I decide to do. In the meantime I want
to discuss your problem about your birth record. What do you intend to do? You say you received your birth certificate
from
I am
working part time now and there are rumors of a lay off soon, so I may be able
to take a visit home for Labor Day. As
for you coming here for your vacation, don’t be silly. You know the position I’m in. I have a little dinky room and no car to take
you around to go some place where you can enjoy yourself. The summer racing meet has just ended and the
nags have sent me to the cleaners as usual.
Here’s a
good one: The owner of the restaurant that I eat at shows me a ticket where he
bet five dollars on a horse to win. The
horse runs second and pays $21.00 to place, and he sobs about his hard luck. When I get home I’m glancing over the race
results, I see his horse run second all right, but the judges placed him
first. They disqualified the horse that
won the race for rough riding on the jockey’s part. When I see him next night I tell him he got a
winner and his ticket is worth $80.00. He
turns pale and I thought he was going to pass out, [because] he says he threw
the ticket away. By the way, I made bet
with Mary on the Billy I own fight. She
won and I sent her a dollar and four extra dollars to buy the old man a gift
for Father’s Day. [Please find] out if
she received it, because she never answered. She’s either too busy to write or her arm must
be in the sling. Our unemployment insurance
money is still being held up. Henry Ford
turned down a 2 million dollar order for airplane motors. Packard motor car has the contract now and are
waiting for their engineers to give the O.K. to go ahead. Our firm may build the war tanks. A kid wound up in a hospital the other day in
a bad shape. He was feeding a polar bear
peanuts, and a cop had to shoot the bear in the snout to jar him loose. The kid’s arm and side is torn to shreds. Jack Dempsey’s in town, he’s fighting “Bull
burry” a wrestler Monday night. The
fights in the bag, I’ll bet burry takes a dive in about the third round.
I met a
fellow from
Your bro,
Pete