ENVELOPE: Address: John Coleman Burroughs,
Claremont, California ~ Postmark: May 27, 1934, Los Angeles, California.
Tarzana, California ~ May 27, 1934
It has been ages since I saw you, and I certainly miss
you. Tried to get you one day this week, but they couldn't locate you.
They never did complete the call.
Flew to Pomona, and thought you might be able to run over
to the airport for a minute or even have lunch with me. Took Jim along
with me this time. It is much farther than I thought. The Doo-dad only
cruises at about eighty.
Yesterday I flew alone to Alhambra where I opened a book
department in a market! Did it for Tom Scully who sells these people Carnation
products for a chain of some forty stores in Southern California.
Tom put on a good show. I was met at the airport by a
delegation of high school student, the mayor of Al-hambra, the commissioner
of public works, some other big shot official, the editor of the paper,
executives of the Fitzsimmons Company who run the market. We were escorted
through town in a fleet of new Airflow Chryslers, and two motor cycle officers
led the parade.
After being photographed fore and aft with all the aforementioned
celebrities, I autographed books for an hour and was then escorted back
to the airport.
You will be proud to know that I made a perfect landing
- proud and surprised, as was I. The air was terribly rough. While I was
circling the airport before land-ing I was being blown about most horrifyingly.
Once the ship dropped straight from under me, and I felt it hanging from
my safety belt. It was a mighty rough trip both coming and going. Low clouds
came racing toward me on the way back to Clover Field - like wild white
horses, shaking their manes. They really looked appalling. One of them
hit me right on the nose and then engulfed me. I kept my eyes glued to
the turn and bank indicator recalling stories I had heard and expecting
momentarily to find myself upside down.
I can find Pomona now, and hope to drop in on you again
some day soon. It is certainly a rough field and not much of it. It nearly
ran out on me the day I landed there.
I am still backing people into corners and telling them
that my son is Phil Bet - I never was so proud of anything in my life.
Hulbert is doing fine in his job. I only hope he likes
it. Everyone likes him, and he can be very successful if he will only learn
to evaluate himself properly and not underestimate his ability.
The majority of mentalities and personalities are mediocre,
and a man doesn't have to have a great deal to be superior to most of the
people he will meet in life. Both of you boys have qualities that will
put you wherever you wish to go when you finally come to realize their
Hope to see you soon.
Lots of love.