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COMMERCIAL ART SCHOOL CHICAGO DETROIT CLEVELAND
Written from DETROIT SCHOOL 287 WOODWARD AVENUE Telephone Cherry 3130
June 8, 1919
Miss Alice Grandy Arcadia, California.
Dear Alice: Sunday supper, a long walk, and tired make me feel good and ready to sit down and have a long visit with my little California girls. In my letter to Helen, I told about moving to Detroit, except for going away from every one I ever knew before, I like it very well. The addition of a certainty of $25.00 a month to my salary is worthwhile and it is quite possible that I may be sent out into California later to open another of these schools out there. Who knows? Anyway, a body gets what he wants in this world if he wants it badly enough and waits for it long enough. I don't want to think that you are going to clear grow up while I am away.
My typewriter has a very bad habit of jumping from e to the next letter and I will have to try to find why it does it. Since e is the most used of all the letters, the trouble is most likely one of wear.
This afternoon I went to the Detroit Museum of Art and looked it over. They have a great many interesting things, but there are not nearly as many and the building is a great deal smaller that the Art Institute in Chicago. The exhibition of ancient Egyptian things, including mummies, was especially good as were the war impliments of many savage and pre-historic races. What I enjoyed most was a passing exhibit of war paintings and drawings. They were so good. It was almost as real as though one had been there and seen things for ones self.
The street car strike livens things up a bit. Almost every other car has on it a sign of so much fare to this place or that. Tomorrow though, we will see the fun for enormous crouds must get to work and there will be no cars, (street), to carry them. As it is now, there are about as many cars, (gasoline), as can get on the streets and it is a real problem to get across the street. It will be terrible tomorrow.
Thanks for the postal and I am glad it was no more serious than a dog. I don't see why people will do such things. It seems to hurt them to see someone have a nice home and someone to love. Perhaps they were jealous of the dog.
Now "Brown Eyes," did you pass? I'm betting that you did. Tell me about it in your next letter.
There is a snap shot in this letter for you.
With love, Uncle Fred.