1937 [actually 1936, different ink, Linus' handwriting?]
Thursday 8 P.M. [January 30]
Dearest Paddy:
I have just finished my work - supper - dishes - and a great lot of oat meal cookies. If you were here I might let you have one. I've decided to send some to James. He likes them so well and it is a shame that he should have them only once a year.
Little Crellie and I watched your train sail on out of sight then we drove home via New Oak [?] Avenue. I purchased a flat of verbena, too, and they are already in the ground. Linus is at a He Y [?] meeting
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2 - He said he didn't want to go but that he had to go. I said "Nonsense." Also that I wouldn't come and get him since I'm tired. I think I won't go. He wanted to stay overnight tomorrow night too, with the little [?] girl, I mean, but I said he couldn't that I would get him at eleven o'clock. He is a scheme all right and clever, too.
How are you? Dr Edsall called and invited me to their house tomorrow evening to meet some English people whom they met in Berkeley. I don't want to go very much but will go first for a little while to the folk dancing and
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3 - then for a short while to the Edsalls'. Isn't it odd that he called?
This afternoon I called on the Tylers with Crellie and Linda while we waited for Peter. She was happy to see us and they have a charming little house and garden. It is too bad she hasn't some of Lena Weinbaums [sic] excess artistic talent.
Say do you realize you didn't give me your address in New York? How can I write to you? Such a fellow!
How is the little Paddy? You are a big joke.
A man called to ask if our property here for sale.
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I said "No."
I suppose you think you are pretty smart don't you. Guggenheim Advisory Board. Fui! [sic] They ought to know who the Paddy Advisory Board is.
I'm going to read the paper in bed and I won't be bothered by any pestiferous Paddy either.
Love to you, Member of the Selection Board of the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation — to say nothing about the Advisory Board.
Ava Helen Pauling