Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson
Title
Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson
Creator
Grayson, Cary T. (Cary Travers), 1878-1938
Identifier
WWP15707
Date
1919 March 28
Source
Cary T. Grayson Papers, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library, Staunton, Virginia
Text
My dearest one
These are strenuous and terribly hard days on the President. The French members are blocking all proceedings of the Peace Commission by talk, talk and no actions. In the meanwhile, Bolshevism is poisoning the world and creeping nearer every day to France. Clemenceau shows the ill effects of his recent accident. It shows mostly in the workings of his brain,—seems more forgetful than before. Did you know that he was expelled from the University here while he was studying medicine; then went to America—taught school at Stamford, Conn. married in America.
Came back here, was reinstated at college, graduated in medicine and practiced medicine until he was forty years of age, whe at which time he entered politics, beginning as Mayor of the little town where he practiced medicine.
Every one is feeling blue over the slow progress of the Peace Conference—but I don’t suppose it could be helped.
The President is a wonder in the way he stands for the blame; yet, he is the only one with any push-go-and punch. To be present and see the real thing, what he is doing and what the others are not doing, certainly is different from the gossip—viz—he is holding up proceedings. In the language of the street they—these gossipers—that know it all and in reality know nothing–nearly get “my goat.” Pardon the slang. But, why worry, it is all going to come out all right—and Woodrow Wilson is going to make it so—so fine for the good of the world—that these poor silly, jealous—weak backbiters—will admit he did a good piece of work—I am should not grumble—because I am so happy about you— that all is going well with you and “the boys.” That telegram was a gem—telling me his weight, slightly bald, Mother—Gordon and I send dearest love. It seems almost impossible for me to realize there is a junior Cary—I wish so much I could see you and the two little fellows. Won’t they be a team together and won’t it be fine?It is very late, so I must say good—night, my dearest. I love you truly, my darling. Sweet dreams—I shall be so happy when we are all together again—Lady Northcliff lunched here to-day. Lord Northcliff is in Southern France recuperating his health. She was very interesting.—Well up on public questions. Opposed to Lloyd George.
The President is threatened with a cold but hope to stop it. Busy day. Little progress with Conference. Dearest love—good night.Sunday—I rose early this morning with good intentions of going to church with the President & Miss Ede. but had numerous official callers who caused me to miss going to church.
BMB was here for lunch alone. They seemed to thoroughly enjoy him—and he was delighted to be here.
In the afternoon, the President, Miss E. and I went for a motor ride for over two hours. He slept for more than a hour. It was a rest and outing in the fresh air that he was much in need of—That night we three had a fine quiet evening alone. He played Canfield—Miss E. knitted, I sat by the fire and did the talking. This lasted from eight o’clock until ten thirty. It was a real, restful fine evening. A sleepy fellow is penning you a few lines to say that I am thinking of you, miss you and would give almost anything to see you and the boys.
Monday.
Charlie Rockwell called to see me this morning—he is looking fine and I greatly enjoyed his visit. He and Mr Frank Hitchcock and I went to the championship Foot-Ball game between the 36th and 89th Divisions. It was a great contest, All the Soldiers were there. General Pershing asked me in his box.
CTG
These are strenuous and terribly hard days on the President. The French members are blocking all proceedings of the Peace Commission by talk, talk and no actions. In the meanwhile, Bolshevism is poisoning the world and creeping nearer every day to France. Clemenceau shows the ill effects of his recent accident. It shows mostly in the workings of his brain,—seems more forgetful than before. Did you know that he was expelled from the University here while he was studying medicine; then went to America—taught school at Stamford, Conn. married in America.
Came back here, was reinstated at college, graduated in medicine and practiced medicine until he was forty years of age, whe at which time he entered politics, beginning as Mayor of the little town where he practiced medicine.
Every one is feeling blue over the slow progress of the Peace Conference—but I don’t suppose it could be helped.
The President is a wonder in the way he stands for the blame; yet, he is the only one with any push-go-and punch. To be present and see the real thing, what he is doing and what the others are not doing, certainly is different from the gossip—viz—he is holding up proceedings. In the language of the street they—these gossipers—that know it all and in reality know nothing–nearly get “my goat.” Pardon the slang. But, why worry, it is all going to come out all right—and Woodrow Wilson is going to make it so—so fine for the good of the world—that these poor silly, jealous—weak backbiters—will admit he did a good piece of work—I am should not grumble—because I am so happy about you— that all is going well with you and “the boys.” That telegram was a gem—telling me his weight, slightly bald, Mother—Gordon and I send dearest love. It seems almost impossible for me to realize there is a junior Cary—I wish so much I could see you and the two little fellows. Won’t they be a team together and won’t it be fine?It is very late, so I must say good—night, my dearest. I love you truly, my darling. Sweet dreams—I shall be so happy when we are all together again—Lady Northcliff lunched here to-day. Lord Northcliff is in Southern France recuperating his health. She was very interesting.—Well up on public questions. Opposed to Lloyd George.
The President is threatened with a cold but hope to stop it. Busy day. Little progress with Conference. Dearest love—good night.Sunday—I rose early this morning with good intentions of going to church with the President & Miss Ede. but had numerous official callers who caused me to miss going to church.
BMB was here for lunch alone. They seemed to thoroughly enjoy him—and he was delighted to be here.
In the afternoon, the President, Miss E. and I went for a motor ride for over two hours. He slept for more than a hour. It was a rest and outing in the fresh air that he was much in need of—That night we three had a fine quiet evening alone. He played Canfield—Miss E. knitted, I sat by the fire and did the talking. This lasted from eight o’clock until ten thirty. It was a real, restful fine evening. A sleepy fellow is penning you a few lines to say that I am thinking of you, miss you and would give almost anything to see you and the boys.
Monday.
Charlie Rockwell called to see me this morning—he is looking fine and I greatly enjoyed his visit. He and Mr Frank Hitchcock and I went to the championship Foot-Ball game between the 36th and 89th Divisions. It was a great contest, All the Soldiers were there. General Pershing asked me in his box.
CTG
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Grayson, Alice Gertrude Gordon, 1892-1961
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Grayson, Cary T. (Cary Travers), 1878-1938, “Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson,” 1919 March 28, WWP15707, Cary T. Grayson Papers, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.