September 15 Wednesday - In Redding, Conn, Sam wrote to Margaret Blackmer in Lake Placid, N.Y.
You thoughtless little rascal, why didn’t you tell me where you were going to be, now? You are gone from Lake Placid by this time, & this letter won’t ever reach you.
Yes. Greenwich is not far from Redding, but I don’t suppose I can go there, because the doctors say I must not make any journeys, even short ones. So, you see, if it chances that I can’t go to you, you will have to come to me, Are you agreed?
You are very busy, as usual—like all of my fishes. But I’m not. Except in the matter of reading & smoking—which is not really business at all but pastime. However, there’s two hours of billiards every afternoon, with Mr. Paine,
I dreadfully want to see you, dear. When is it going to be? I want to see you, but I shan’t know you, you are growing so fast. good-bye & take good care of yourself. / With lots of love / ... [MTP; MTAq 264-5].
Sam also wrote to J. Pierpont Morgan
Dear Mr. Morgan: / Your letter of yesterday, with check, has arrived, & one of my high ambitions is gratified—which was to have something of mine placed elbow to elbow with that August company which you have gathered together to remain indestructible in a perishable world. I thank you sincerely. / Faithfully yours / ... [MTP].