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Dear Doc
I have just gotten back from the tall timber in the high Sierras, 8500 feet altitude, with majestic scenery and superb climate. I could not ride as much as I wanted to, because I caught cold on my last trip to Washington and have had a little sciatica in the right hip ever since, but I am now beginning to get over it, thank Heaven. It certainly is an unpleasant companion. Otherwise I am in fine form.
Wasn’t it fine the way the Department of Justice got wiped up in that political persecution case against the Morses?
Many thanks for your fine letter. I am so swamped that I cannot do more than acknowledge it today, and send you and Gertrude and the babies my love, and hope that you are all as well and happy as Nell and our babies and I are.
I enclose a clipping from the Los Angeles Times which contains one of my distinguished friend, Rear-Admiral Cary T. Grayson’s, latest and most delightful stories. Some day when you get a chance I wish you would reduce to paper a few of the bully good Negro stories you have told me, so that I may use them in some of my speeches.
Affectionately,
WG McAdoo
Admiral Cary T. Grayson,
1600 16th St., NW,
Washington, DC
WGM-F