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07/09/1944 Letter Chief Pelletier, Dot

Home, Sweet Home

July 9th 9:10 P.M.

Dear Dot:

Well my dear little corporal you cannot realize how much your letters are looked for and appreciated. We all wait our turn to sit & read them and then many times read them over again. And so as I have often before mentioned to all of you, just keep on writing to mother and whatever interests her will do for me also. I realize the things & duties, not to speak of answering letters, that must be crowded into so short & precious leisure time. And so, Dot, I want to reassure you that whatever you say in mother's, satisfies me.

Thank you for your very generous thoughts and the press clippings. They made me think of you as a little golden haired darling again & the clippings were very interesting & informative.

The duties here in the Bureau are very strenuous for the past year. We have a new part to the Children's Court and a multitude of extra, exacting routine detail that keeps one on his toes constantly. You see the wave of juvenile delinquency that has been sweeping the nation for the past two years, justifies a more rigid plan & scope with the resultant labourious follow-up. And then again, as you might know, we are under manned.

Of course much can be said for the relief from the cares & burdens of the day offered by the rigors of our night-life. There is a refreshing dash of light-heartedness & belly-shaking mirth that possesses one on Eighth-of-a-Barrel nights. And we do have them, you know. One night it's Katz's another time over to Tommy's and then again, Kampf's and finally Keezar's, next door. And say, Dot, do we have fun! Wish you & the boys were here to share in the festivities.

Mother went to see Felix married on Saturday, the 8th and she is still singing her praises of it and the reception. We were both invited, but I was engrossed in fixing the boy's bed and finished up too late to go.

Frank manages to get home for weekends, but of course he only reaches us in the wee hours of the morning. His first thought now-a-days is Flatbush and the girl he's not going to leave behind.

Veronica has been gone for past week up to Helen's in Waterbury and mother went over tonight to Grad Central to meet her and Ma who is coming down to stay for a while. Oh, here they are. Just arrived! She looks pretty good too. Lost twenty pounds or more and looks as though she might want a night out.

While writing this, Fran called from Penn station saying he was on his way back to camp and that he didn't expect to be in town again for several weeks. He left here yesterday, Sat, around eleven A.M. to spend Sat. night and today with her folks in their bungalow at Rye N.Y. So you can see how Little Boy Blue is biding his time.

Now, Dot, about whether we are still Demmys or Republicans; I still have an open mind on the issue and cannot say with any degree of certainty just how I'm going to decide. Each has very definite points of merit and of course as time goes on much is going to be disclosed about both their attainments and experience. One could discourse on the subject throughout an entire day and then not cover the situation. At the same time there is an unmistakeable trend of public feeling towards making a change. And this brings up to the thinking mind the advisability of discarding or retaining. So, time & coming events will play a very important part in solving this problem.

I don't know whether I told you this or rather if mother has mentioned it, but the old Reo has been laid up now for more than a month. I have certificates for 1-A grade tiers, but have thus far been unable to obtain them as the size is no longer being made. They are an extra large size and can not be replaced for the time being at least.

And so, Dot, I cannot think of anything more for the present and will therefore bring this to a close.

Am still making pictures and will send you some shortly.

Dot, dear Honey, thank you so much for your Father's Day remembrance and in closing, wish you God Speed.

Your loving Daddy,

"The Chief"



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