June 16

Dear Carl:

Never taking decisive action on the thirteenth of the month or a Friday, and being trapped in my aunt's referee meeting and a cloudburst on Thursday, I did not register until today. Then I accomplished the feat with some difficulty. At the Hippodrome the members of the honorable Harvard Club who were doing their "bit" seemed disinclined to enroll me, so I moved on to an express office. Promptness and despatch I did not find there. "Want to register?" sang out the only clerk (we were alone). I said I did. "Well", he returned, "come in Monday morning any time after nine". I objected that I wanted to register then and there. "Oh, there's nobody here now", he retorted. "I guess they're like you. They like to take their afternoon off too. I didn't propose to be a forced slacker, so I inquired if some registration place wasn't open. He told me he guessed the church in Thirty-seventh street was open, so thither I repaired.
I might say I hadn't known there was a church in Thirty-seventh street, but I found it - south side between Broadway and Seventh. There I was permitted to register - in spite of my predilection for afternoons off.
The officer who enrolled me said he thought the questions rather ridiculous and unprompted put down that I did not intend to volunteer for any branch of the service, but in answering which I preferred - if any - he was kind enough to let me opt - as Mr. Salzedo would say - for the marine.
I questioned him narrowly about your case, and if you haven't word from the honorable board, here is what he told me. He says as the law stands: if you left before the eleventh and return only after registration is over you do not have to register. I asked if there wouldn't probably be a supplementary enrollment later and he said he thought there would.

Emma Goldman and A. Berkman have been arrested. I think the papers here in their disapproval of those two eminent citizens of, as it turns out, Russia are very silly to play up the stories so and to dwell on Mme Goldman's "royal purple" get-up and the gold encrusted tortoise shell

Ornaments in her hair. Heaven knows she's plain enough to spare us that
twaddle. But the police reporter and the copy desk man seem bent at times
on rivalling the flights of Grenville Vernon and the "angel" Gabriel.
The Tincks, by the way, have always been pro-Gadski and nothing that
Gadski or Cap. Tauscher can do, before it against the Welland Canal or
music as she is writ, can stir them from their devotion. Peyser quotes
one or other of the pair as saying a night when Fremstad was the Isolde:
"Why don't they get someone that can sing the part - Gadski, for instance?".
The only part they have allowed she is good in is Venus. Nordica gave that
part up long before she retired and Gadski never attempted it - not even
at a Boston Symphony Concert.

Otherwise not much to report, except that the Hoffbräuhaus is now
named "Janssen Wants to See You" and that I write many more editorials for
the Globe than the Globe prints. Such being the case I am making them
short. I mentioned to Taintor this morning that I suspect Dawson of
taking them to his country seat to relieve the bum-wad famine. Up to
the present I am still drawing my pay.

Monteux conducts the Civic Orchestra concerts this season
(St. Nicholas Kink - Martha Maynard directress). Anna Case is the first
soloist; Lortat the second.

Have you any news of Hannah Kinser?

My love to Fan.

Yours

11 rue Scribe, Paris,
July 30.

Dear Charles:

The Stravinsky "Berceuses du chat" started to you by registered mail yesterday. They are four. I seemed unable to obtain the original version with three clarinets, so I sent the composer's own version with piano. Theten francs from you more than covers the two things I have sent you. The Benzoinol I will pay you for on my return.

I am enclosing you a couple of clips that should interest you. The Paris Herald is sometimes astonishingly informative. The other day a M. and Mme Tacheikowsky met somebody or other at Havre. Monsieur was described by the Herald as the "son of the composer". I have been edified to read that in the opinion of Mr. Henry Ford the beer of Germany and the wine of France made those countries "suspicious of each other". Also that Benedict Arnold was a "writer" - though this latter statement I have never doubted.

Paris, as I have written you, has not lacked amusements - only the cost!
I remember when you and I could dine well, ride in taxis, drink at the Place d'Estаль and have a general jubilation for less than fifty francs. Now you've got to count fifty francs as a basic expenditure.

I shall not forget the susurous soprano profundo of Walter Damrosch assuring a luncheon party at the late M. de Billy's that henceforth he shall pass sixmonths of the year in France to cement the musical relations between France and America. He further averred that he regretted extremely that Mrs. D. could not get a passport to come with him since he wanted to take a permanent apartment at once. "But of course", he added coily, "we don't stand high with a Democratic administration".

Last night I had dinner with Toxen Worm and went with him to two theatres. He says New York is irrevocably dry. Hotel and restaurant prices he reports soaring but says the theatres are filled by people who have nowhere else to go. He gave me a new light on the thing by saying that capital wants the country to make the handling of labor easy. How delightfully the rich hold themselves above justice! They can always have their booze and their tail.

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May 19, 1922

Dear Carl:

This is to tell you that I am sailing for Europe next Wednesday on the Paris. In my will that still stands you are named as executor and as legatee of my books and papers and a small sum of money. My papers are partly in my file, in the Globe office, in my safe deposit box at the Corn Exchange branch bank in Sheridan Square, and in a trunk or suit case which I am going to leave in the said bank.

I trust that you will have a pleasant and satisfactory summer. I have heard with pleasure that "Peter Whiffle" has already gone into another edition. Of course I should be very glad to see you before I sail, but I judge that you have been exceedingly busy and I wouldn't have you infringe on your time on my account.

Very sincerely yours