Home and College Letters

Dear Son: Your college soon will close;

Then hurry home, for goodness knows

I need you pretty bad, I’ve got

A heap o’ hay down in the lot.

Don’t waste no time when school is done,

But hurry home, I need you, son.

Dear Father: I am not right well,

And haven’t been for quite a spell;

The doctor says I ought to take

A journey west for my health’s sake.

He says that Cal. would health restore,

I ought to get there July Four.

Dear Son: If you are bound to go

I’ve no objection that I know;

The walkin’s fine, healthy to boot,

Why don’t you try the Weston route?

Although you’ll find, in ev’ry case,

The farm’s a pretty healthy place.

Dear Father: I feel better now,

Don’t care for Frisco anyhow;

Me walk out to the land of gold?

My feet they are not sore but cold.

When college closes I’ll be there

If you will forward me the fare.

June 15, 1910