E---- has or rather will take my room over at Columbia Heights, and I have reserved it for myself again after October, as it’s such a good room I don’t want to loose my hold on it if possible. Write me there up to June 6th, when I leave for the country, and I shall write you much more in a few days. You certainly haven’t been very generous, yourself, with correspondence lately. I hope you are both very well. C.A. [Crane] looked me up here recently and offered me a job which I was all ready to take. Whereupon he became so pettily dictatorial that I withdrew quickly. In some ways it was all very funny, and I’ll write more about it later. We parted on friendly enough terms, I guess. -- -- -- -- 208: TO HIS MOTHER _Brooklyn, N.Y._ _June 4th, ’25_ Dear Grace and Grandma: Practically everything is packed up. There has been a real turmoil, too, I can tell you. The frightful and sudden heat of the last 3 days brought on a fearful attack of uric acid trouble--headaches, bladder trouble and urethritis. No sleep for three nights and I have been dieting on buttermilk and crackers. Besides trying to complete all arrangements by Saturday and still give some time to the office, I have had 3 engagements with the dentist. I thought one tooth had an abscess and had to have an x-ray taken to find out that it hadn’t. There is one more trial with a filling tomorrow and then I’ll be through. I’m about done out, however, and a feather could knock me over. Furthermore, all these exigencies have about used up all the money I had saved up, little enough! -/-/ I did enjoy that talk with you over the wires to Cleveland! Your voice is so much better than ink and paper. Have a good time in Chicago, and, by the way, why don’t you explain my case to the Ross’s--that is--if any opportunity appears. They give thousands to charities every year--and boast about being patrons of art. Why don’t they help some artist who is trying to live--and still get something done? A small allowance for me six months of the year would mean almost nothing to them--and it would keep me alive and productive in some cheap place in the country. You might mention Frank’s and O’Neill’s and Anderson’s admiration for my work,--and that I have a book about to be published. They won’t be hard to convince on C.A.’s neglect of me, as they have had their own evidence of that side of him. Everyone thinks it a crime the way I have been treated. I’d be glad to work six or eight months of the year if I could have the remaining time for my natural creative activity. Please see what you can do about this. I hope Grandma is not too overborne by this torridity. 209: TO HIS GRANDMOTHER _Patterson, New York_ _June 17th, ’25_