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1290 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu 42 Hawaii
20 April 1945
Shall look forward to receiving the picture of Joanne. Wish that
Hully was in again Turesday. He likes to come in to sun bathe and
Sol Lesser's son, Bud, a Marine Corps captain, took me out to Camp
Life goes on in the same old way at the Niumalu. Mary and Sue gave
It looks now as though I should never get home - too many obstacles
Lots of love,
Page 2 only (page 1 is missing)
U.S.S. Cahaba letterhead, from "Somewhere in the Pacific"
"...I am off again on another adventure... This ship is a fleet oiler. It meets task forces and gives them gas and oil at sea... The Captain installed me in his quarters... this is an all-Navy ship... 21 officers and 250 men, and... a slew of guns... Am slowly getting my sea legs... It is nothing like a destroyer... we had fire drill and also fired at baloons [sic] released from the bridge... The ship is darkened from sundown to sunrise...
above the horizon, a soft and balmy wind. Our white wake stretched
out for miles behind us, plainly marking our zig-zagging course,
and the white white water from bow to stern boiled silver in the moon-
This is a big ship (at least big to me). I should say that it was
Until after we got under way, I did not know hwere the ship was
It may be some time before we touch any place where I can mail this,
Shall post a letter to D at your address. I have no other and I
3 June 1945
War Correspondent Edgar Rice Burroughs
Writes of Hijinks in the South Pacific
“In Port Somewhere,”
June 10, 1945
“It has all been tremendously interesting, the only drawback being the damnable tropical heat... Several days ago I called on the Atoll Commander and asked permission for some of the ship’s officers and me to visit the island where all the natives have been congregated...yesterday a navy tug called for five of the Cahaba’s officers and me. All together we were a party of about thirty, including some ten or more Army and Navy nurses. Each party contributed sandwiches, in addition to which we took along several cases of beer and plenty of ice... We were introduced to the King, an infantile paralysis victim who is pushed around in a two wheel cart, and he shook hands with each of us...The married women wear a sort of lava lava skirt around their hips... The men were the first aborigines I had ever seen who wore nothing but a very sketchy g-string. The older men were all tattooed. Most of them had designs covering their entire torsos...And did they love to be photographed...The Port Director and the PRO invited us all to come to a dance on another island...I begged off, but am
afraid I shall have to do it later on....The Captain is good to say that my presence abroad has done much for the morale of the crew. I hope so. There is not much else I could do for them. The eight Chiefs had me down in their wardroom for supper Friday. Filet of beef...In the midst of this letter I have had a session of bridge with three officers. Being a correspondent is rugged...”
signed "Papa" and “Edgar Rice Burroughs” and “Papa.”
Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc.
1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu T H
July 21, 1941
Well, here I am back at my office again; I've been away since June
25th and most of the time since I first went to the hospital June 5th.
In re-reading your letters that came while I was in the hospital, I
discovered that they were just like new material. Between my fever
and the dope, I had almost completely forgotten them; and I realize
that I never acknowledged them. I was glad to have the pictures of
the children. How sweet Joanne is! Mike does look a lot as Jack
did, and I can see a vague resemblance to some of my baby pictures;
but maybe that is because I want to see it. I am not casting any re-
flection on Mike. I liked one of the pictures of you better than I
did the other. You scarcely change at all, except that in maturing and I
think that you have grown even lovlier.
Am glad that Jim's father was able to visit you and see your new home.
I have never met the newspaper man he mentions, nor do I recall your
neighbor who was on a Tarzan picture. But that is not strange, as my
recaller is almost a total loss.
How many hours has Jim? If this was any place for a white man to
live, I might suggest that he try to get a job here flying for the
Inter-Island Navigation Company. They run several planes a day to
the various islands - Kauai, Maui, Molokai, Lanai, and Hawaii. They
are beautiful runs, scenic beyond description. I don't know, but I
have an idea that they may lose some of their pilots to the army or
navy. However, I'd hate to have you live here; and would never ad-
vise it. They use amphibians, as a forced landing might be in the
ocean. They have a wonderful record of not a single fatality in all
the years that they have been operating commercial planes. You re-
call meeting Kit Carson at Somerset house, don't you? He is vice-
president of Inter-Island.
Than you again, darling, for the numerous and nice letters you have
written me. They buck me up no end.
Lots of love to you all,
OB WRITES HOME: 45.02.05
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tarzana, California1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu 42 Hawaii
February 5 1945Joan darling:
After four days of cold rain and high winds, I finally got off
late Friday afternoon, arriving here about 4:30 A.M. (Honolulu
time) Saturday, after bucking a 48 mile an hour head wind for
14 hrs and 14 min.
A lieutenent met me at the train in S.F. with a staff car and
drove me to the airport, where I was treated wonderfully. In-
structions were given that if there was not a one bed room in
the Visiting Officers' Quarters, I was to have a two bed room
alone; so I had privacy. The Visiting Officers' Mess was ex-
cellent. Everything was lovely but the weather, which, of
course you read about in the papers.
Friday morning I was process, getting another medical examination
and vaccination. A very nice captain rushed me through and then
took me to the Officers' Club for luncheon, or rather, dinner.
He came back for me later and took me to the plane. He also got
me into compartment B, where I had the lower berth.
After eating four sandwiches, a hard boiled egg, fruit salad, po-
tato salad, cake crackers, soup, olives, and candy, I took two
nembutols and a . . . INCOMPLETE: EXCERPTS:
. . . a couple of good looking flight nurses came up and sat on the
edge of my bunk . . . Mildred Rathbone came along and
asked me to her apartment for highballs . . .
After dinner at the hotel, Henry Mahn asked me to come to
his quarters and play Whiskey Poker . . . served cherry brandy . . .
went out to call on Floye . . . They had bourbon . . .
back to the hotel for the Willey's Cocktail party. They had Scotch . . .
bed right after dinner and read Esquire until I feel asleep.
This evening, I am going with Mary Pflueger to Kit Carson's for
cocktails and dinner. Tomorrow noon, I am going with Floye to
Lum Young's farewell luncheon to his son, who has been inducted.
Lum serves the most wonderful Chinese food you ever tasted.
Have been invited to another party for tomorrow evening, but I declined.
Enough is enough.
While I was at the Visiting Officers' Quarters I have mentioned,
I was sitting on the edge of my cot looking at the floor, when a
guy stopped at my door and asked what was the matter with me. I
said, "Nothing." He said, "You look blue," I replied that I was
not blue, I was only waiting. He said, "Come down to my room and
wait. I have a bottle of Spanish brandy." I had never seen him
before, and couldn't tell his rank, as he wore only a pair of under-
shorts. But I went along with him. He turned out to be a full
colonel in the Medical Corps, on his way home to Camden, N.J., on
leave from the jungles.
On a table in his room was a full bottle of Green River Bourbon,
pre-war, that he was taking home to his wife. After we had dis-
patched most of the Spanish Brandy, he gave me a carton of
Camels and the bottle of Green River. Such are old friends in war time.
I keep thinking of the wonderful times I had back there with all
of you. They are very pleasant memories.
Am writing Dorothy to thank her and George for their many kindness-
es to me. I shall tell her that I have written you all the horrible
details of my life since I left and rather than write it all
over again I am asking you to let her read this letter, if she cares
to. Same for Jack and Jane.
All my love to all of you.[SIG] PapaIs your Phone State 45666?
EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS, Inc.
November 25, 1929
My dear Mrs. Harrison:
It is believed that the public prefers my highly imaginative fiction and, therefore, my other stories, such as THE EFFICIENCY EXPERT, are being deferred until my other type of story has been exhausted.
From your lies I see that you have all of my stories, except THE MONSTER MEN, TARZAN AND THE LOST EMPIRE and THE TARZAN TWINS.
I am glad that you and your son like my stories. As time passes I find that more and more of my readers who have grown to manhood and womanhood are passing the Tarzan tradition along to their children.
With best wishes, I am
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