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Thursday, October 15, 2015

Can’t Get Enough of That 1916 Summer in Yellowstone

You probably thought we were all finished with letters to Bee Boedefeld from her Yellowstone pals, but no! They apparently all shared in the feeling that they had just shared in an extraordinarily magical experience, and they kept in touch for months, and sometimes for years.

To help in reading these letters, here is a cast of characters who were in Yellowstone in the summer of 1916, mostly working for the Wylie Permanent Camping Company.

Deaux Drop Inn (Tent #60): Beatrice “Bee” Boedefeld, Rae Wylie, Cora Cunningham, Dorothy “Dick” Loeffler, sisters Vessie and Perla Caughey.

Women Savages: Maud “Fergie” Ferguson (Nurse), Helyn “Fish” Fisher, Helen “Billie” Wilson, Martha “Mart” McNary, Martha “Martie” or “Johnnie” McIlvain, Gula Frewe, sisters Clara and Tillie Sample, sisters Garnet and Elsie Rhodes, Nance Kelly, Mary McKelvy, Isabelle Todd (cook), Mrs. Kennedy, Mrs. Mueller (laundress), Katherine “K-k-k-katie” Mueller, Esther, Margaret Pearson, Edna Parkinson, Frances Cattrell, Helen McCutcheon, May Stanley, Miss Hall

Men Savages: Millard “Mird” Mecklem, Fred “Spooks” Stroeter, Bill Litchfield, Frank Vetter, “Honey” Ed Klingensmith, Erwin “Pinkey” Johnson, Lloyd Strong, Virgil “Cupid” or “Lovey” Evans, Raymond “Steve” Stevens, Jimmie Miller, Eugene “Gene” Eleson, Archer “Bobby” McCartney, Tex Matthews, “Dallas,” Mr. McClellen, Al “Handyman” Shrader, Mr Corson (plumber), Mr Green, Mac Smith, Slim Francis, Phil McNutt, Ray Lyall, “Kewp” (a pal of Gene’s whose name was never linked to identify him); Kentuck (boss of the wrecking crew)

Tour Guide: Roy Stoddard

Coach Drivers: Little Eva (not identified otherwise), Jack “Doc” Condon, John “Shorty Green” Donahue, Ivan J. Allen, George Miller, George Bowles, Red Maxwell, Red Barrett, Harrison “Harry” Ison, George Chidlow, Gordon, Percy “Ozzie” Osborne, Jay Walker, Red McMahon, Chip Samuels, Mike Stoyek, Fuller, Tony Grass, Lee, King, Frank Toner, Earl Seward. 


Bosses: “Lady Mac” Miss McCartney, “matron” Elizabeth Johnston, assistant matron Myra McBride, Mr. Greer, Mr. Moorman.

Letters to Bee from Wylie Savages Other Than the Deaux Drops

[undated pink card, 2"x4"]

Dear Bea: —I’ve reached home at last. Didn’t want to come home a bit, but I guess the home folks tho’t I’d been away quite long enough.

I found New Castle just the same old dead town it was before I left. Don’t believe a thing has changed in all these three months.

I had some more pictures from Frank yesterday. Johnnie & Fish came over from Sunday School to see them & naturally we talked Yellowstone for an hour. We are already planning to go back next year.

I had a card yesterday from Clara, they were in Portland & expected to reach San F—Friday.

I am expecting to go to work the last of the week so suppose I have to consider my vacation ended.

Well must cease for I have a number of notes to write this evening.

Sincerely yours,
Billie [Helen Wilson]


Sunday evening
New Castle.
[Oct. 6, 1916]
My dear Bee: –

Your good letter received some few days ago. I was “deelighted” [Teddy Roosevelt’s distinctive way of saying this word was a current fad] to hear from you and so glad to have the pictures. I am enclosing four. I did not get a great many myself for you know it was rather taxing on me to focus but the pictures I did take came out rather well, far better than I expected.

Did not know whether you had one of “Goggles”? so am sending one of him, one of our main street in the snow, one of Doc and Frank, thought the pose rather unusual, and of course you can scarcely see the driver back of “Red,” but you can guess who the “Scissor Bill” is. The one I took of his coach was one of my failures.

Well B, you dear savage I suppose you are working as busily as ever. I am still at home, but am going to work right soon to earn money to go to Y.N.P., “strange,” did I hear you remark? Yes B. we are all planning to return and shall continue to plan until we find it useless.

My mother has been quite ill since I came home but is quite all right again.

Spent two evenings this week rehearsing for a small pageant, which we presented last evening, after which we raided the restaurant and had a feed. It was most like going to the kitchen after curfew. Mrs. Guy, our dear chum and chaperone was with us as she usually is in all our mad pranks. She is a physician’s wife and a second mother to we twelve girls. Her home is our home too and we go there and take sole possession. Our dramatic club is going to open rehearsals soon. There were ten of us last year and at one of our plays last season we cleared over one hundred dollars.

Billy [Helen Wilson] started to work last Monday and Mart is busy at home. Spooks was here the Thursday after we came home, of course he was at Mart’s but I saw him. Says he and a chum “Squirrels” are going out in a machine next year, painted yellow with “Spooks” on one side and “Squirrels” on the other. Have heard from quite a bunch of the “kids” and our own three from Paradise are enjoying California. Neither Tillie nor Clara have positions yet and I guess Nance is at the beach with her brother and his wife. Have heard from Ned B., Little Eva, Nance, truck driver, Clarence G., our own old Steve several times, our girls, Cora, Peggy P., Courtney Werner, (a complete surprise) and Honey Ed. Had a lovely letter from Gula from San Diego and what do you think? Can’t you guess? Why B. she too wants to go back next year. Gula the only one who seemed discontented, she wrote a splendid letter. Yesterday I had a good old letter from Kewp and that poor boy suffered again with an infected finger. He and Gene are back in school, working together. Gula said she had seen Dallas in a Football lineup on a Movie Screen in San Diego. That would be a case of “Lookin’ at you.” Mart had a card from Shorty Green from Chicago. Billy possibly told you of Shorty on the way to Riverside raving about his dirty deal. Well I spent Wednesday evening with Elizabeth J. and she told me that Shorty had hidden his baggage the morning of the first, determined to start on the wrecking crew. Mr. Greer told him he could either ride out that morning or walk out. So he rode but that was the reason of his tardiness. Well at Riverside he told Lady Mac a great story and again hid his baggage and did manage to stay until the fifth but was sent out then. Wasn’t he a queer character?

Mr. Miles had written to Elizabeth still expressing sympathy for the Geyser people so E. thinks we shall have no trouble in getting back if we care to go. So I am passing on the good word. The wrecking crew left the fourteenth and had experienced both cold and snow before they left.

Cora is coming up in a few weeks and I think we shall have a Savage reunion then our Savage Ball at the Fort Pitt comes still later. B. I am writing in a bright sunlight and I cannot see what I have written so excuse if I do not have all the letters in my words.

Have spent the time at home entertaining callers and talking with my savage mates for we thus cling rather close. Spent one day in the country, motored eighteen miles from here and saw an old chum, whom I had to tell about the summer. You will be dead tired reading this but do write again because I enjoyed your letter so much,

Your true savage lover
Helyn F.
10/6/’16


[The following letter was undated but internal evidence puts it on 11 October 1916.]

New Castle, Pa.
Wednesday afternoon
Dear “Bee”: –

Your charming and most welcome letter was received some time ago and would have answered sooner, but was waiting until I had some pictures printed. The ones I thought would be the best, I sent to Pittsburg a month before we left the park and they have never been returned. Maybe some day some one will come to his senses and have heart enough to send them. I[f] people only knew how we prize these park pictures, they would have them here in double quick hurry. Not so?

The pictures you sent are splendid and I appreciate them so much. You know it was always my intentions to take some pictures of the “Deaux Drop Inners” but having put it off from time to time I never got them. Here’s hoping we get some next year of the same (Y) crowd. That really sounds too good to be true. Doesn’t it?

I don’t have a picture of Chip Samuells and I am so sorry for I liked him. Had a very nice letter from him from Widsom, Mont. yesterday. Was surprised but then I like surprises of that kind.

The pictures I am sending, I thought pretty good, of course the subjects have a great deal to do with it, and I can think of no better subject than the humble “Doc” Bower. I wonder why? The other picture was taken down by the Firehole River the day we went to Biscuit Basin.

Have been pretty busy doing society and the like. Last evening was at a party for a recent bride who is leaving soon to make her home in Niles, Ohio. To-night to see Maud Adams in “The Little Minister.” To-morrow our Book Club meets to select our new books and afterwards we expect to attend the fireworks. You know, on Columbus Day, which happens to be to-morrow, the Italians always celebrate with a great display of fire works and every one turns out to see them.

Haven’t heard any recent gossip so will close for this time. Write soon and often for I like to hear from you.

Lovingly,
“Johnnie”


[dated at the end of the letter 2 November 1916]

Dearest Bee:—

Lookin’ at you, oh! I guess not that, “whad’dye” mean lookin’ at you? Well, at least I can say I am thinking of you all as I often do. Have been back at work for nearly two weeks and I am not one bit crazy about it but the money looks good to me. Everything is happening much the same. Last Friday, Fergie the darling came to see us. I had the other Savages in and we talked late and long. Wanted to have some other girls in too but decided our one sided chatter would not be pleasant for an alien. I had the dear, that night, Saturday, Elizabeth Johnston had Fergie, Tillie and myself there for luncheon. Tillie had returned the Wednesday before. Saturday evening your dear old pal, Cora came and I carried her home with me. Fergie was with Tillie. Sunday Spooks came and we six girls and poor lone Spooks went to the Park and spent the afternoon taking pictures. I hope they turn out well. He seemed not in the least embarrassed—“Strange,” did I hear you remark?

Sunday evening I had the girls for dinner and then we were all out at Billy’s. Spooks went home, Fergie stayed with Johnny and I had Cora. The two girls returned home Monday morning. Fergie enters the hospital the first to relieve another nurse. Had a letter from Esther and she has entered the Braddock hospital for training. Had a card from Army to-day and a letter from Clara, fear from the tone of her letter she is a mite homesick. Sunday she and Nance were going hiking with Bill and Lloyd. We had our evening of witches and ghosts Tuesday, celebrating with a parade. Did not take part. Wednesday evening attended a dinner and slumber party.

To-day invested in a new black hat trimmed in gourd and a white georgette blouse. Some swell, oh! I guess not that.

Bee don’t work too hard and when you have a few minutes to let your hand go to “waist” send it to New Castle. Write soon and often to your

Ever lovin’
Savage Helyn.
11 01/2/’16 spent the evening with Johnny


[Picture postcard of hand drawn poinsettia leaves and currants around a verse: “I am coming for Thanksgiving/ Just that alone makes life worth living”; postmarked New Castle, Pennsylvania.]

11/24/16
Geyser Savage Reunion at seven thirty Friday evening December first at Y.W.C.A. parlour New Castle. Come.
R.S.V.P. H.R. Fisher
317 Nevvee Ave.


[Next letter is dated at the end.]

My dear: —

On this Sunday afternoon, dull, cold and lonely, I shall attempt to answer your duck of a letter received several days ago. Am always glad to hear from Bee and, Bee-lieve me, that magazine of yours is as cute as red shoes. It came Friday morning, and I toted it to the Y. that night so we had you there in spirit if not in body. All the kids were enthused with your Geyser masterpiece and enjoyed it to the full. Mr. Bierman was my dinner partner and he was one of the first to read it. He was so pleased with your remark of the U.P. and the jest at the N.P. Well Bee dear, that book has to go the rounds here and then strikes out for Beaver Falls. However I do want it returned and again my dear, lest I forget, I know you were at an expense to do that and wish you would let me help you on the financial end. Will you? Spooks wanted to know where I bought it and I felt right proud to tell the Spook that it was the work of a pair of Geyser hands. Am enclosing a clipping of the Herald’s account of our reunion. One name was omitted, that of M.M. Mecklem, garbage man, you know. Ha. Ha.

Elizabeth called Tillie and I a week ago and wanted the reunion at Thanksgiving time, thinking it would be such a splendid chance for the school people. Well we were not much enthused so early but let her have her way, and she decided on Thursday evening. Result, we could not have either Y.M. or Y.W. that evening as they were not serving, so then we two suggested Friday evening and all went well. So we finished our plans and Tuesday morning she told me she could not be there, that she had planned otherwise before. You will read in the cut that there were just a few from last year and Myra could not be with us. I had a telegram from Lloyd, sending good wishes and saying that the five savages there were having a like feast in Hotel Rosselyn. Would love to see them all. Spooks was as “fool” of deviltry as ever and Mird behaved very nicely. The place cards were Greeting cards in envelopes, with a question on the outside and we were supposed to know to whom they applied. Mine was “When did Kilboy turn to be Kill-girl.” Do you remember when I was wearing a skinned nose? Well of course Honey Ed did not know that I saw but dimly and one Sunday evening Martha (Johnny) and Slim and Honey Ed and I were coming up Pine Street and I decently walked into a tree, my glasses skinned my nose. Sounds absurd doesn’t it?

Mr. Bierman told me he was sure the machines would rule this season. If it be the truth I have to say I am sorry but our only hope some of the Scissor-bills will become Toot-bills. Eh Bee?

Had a lovely letter from Esther. She said that Mary is in Los Angeles and really likes it there. Also a letter from Elsie Rhodes. She is having one good time, a letter from Kentuck, one from Honey Ed, one from Gene, Mrs. Carson, Dick and Fergie and Clara, recently. Attended the “Spring Bonnet” the twenty fourth, a musical comedy, one chorus of eighty. It was home talent, school kids and girls of my own age. It was clever and good. Held book club last Monday evening and a concert Tuesday. One man sang “The Mammy” song. How my heart did yearn for Gula and the Geysers. Have been making fondant and creamed nine dozen dates this P.M. for our bazaar. Have to attend dramatic to-morrow night and then Mart and I have to mind the booth. Tuesday is the evening of the bazaar. Well Bee dear write often and long, and I never can tell you how this Savage enjoyed and appreciated your work, time and result of both in the deucedly clever magazine. Heap much love and “Hoo-Hoo” for another letter.

A loving Savage,
Helyn.
Dec. 3’—1916. Sunday afternoon.


Dec. 5th 1916.
Dear Bea: —

Am going to steal a few minutes of the company’s time and see if I can dash off a few lines to you.

It seems to me I’m the busiest person alive and still I don’t seem to accomplish much, and just think Xmas will soon be here. I’m certainly not ready for it. I believe I have four gifts ready at the present time. I’m a born procrastinator and I guess it’s cropping out worse than ever this year.

Just after Xmas last year I resolved to begin early, you know the way you always do, and have my gifts ready early, but here I am.

Well we had a savage reunion, of a sort, it wasn’t nearly as nice as he had hoped our first reunion would be but we had quite a jolly time.

We were very much pleased to have our “Union Pacific” friend Mr Geo Bierman with us and very much disappointed and peeved to think Miss J wasn’t there.

She insisted on having it at Thanksgiving time and when the girls decided to have it Friday evening, she didn’t mention having made other arrangements. Then we had so little time to plan, we couldn’t arrange any clever things at all. Our eats were very good though and of course we “reminisced.” We had a telegram from Bill and Lloyd and of course your “Wylie Way Magazine.” That was just as clever as could be. I’ve seen it twice but haven’t been able to peruse it thoroughly yet.

I haven’t gotten my album arranged yet, I’ve been waiting until I would have all of the prints I could get, so that I could group them the way I wished. Had some of Rae’s finished and some of Beas Cora’s, I received just today. Haven’t as yet had the Caughey’s negatives.

After I’m through at the store tonight I have to work at our church supper and bazaar. I’m to be in the novelty booth.

We have been having the most wonderful weather, not a bit like December.

It’s just as sunny and warm as can be. I spent Thanksgiving Day in Greenville, Pa., that day was miserable, we didn’t go anywhere the whole day.

We don’t have to work tomorrow afternoon, (Wednesday) so I think I shall go shopping. I intended to sit for some pictures but I may change my mind.

Well Bea I guess I must cease for I can’t find an interesting thing to tell you about. There is almost nothing doing. Hoping you will answer soon, I am,

Yours,
Helen Wilson.


[Picture postcard of a group of seven green-haired Kewpies shucking corn in a barn with a black cat and a caption: “If we were both here/ I bet I’d find a red ear” It is postmarked in Los Angeles October 24, 1916.]

Los Angeles Cal.
Oct 23—16 c/o B.D.
Hello Bee,
Am going to be a Californian this winter to keep Rae company. We have a good many “Yellowstone chats.” No one to tell us to “cut out the chin music.”
Clara C. Sample


[Ivan J. Allen’s first letter answers one of Bee’s. It is on blank, heavy note paper, postmarked in Dallas on September 28, 1916.]

Thursday
Dear “Bee”

No I haven’t gone to Mexico and “got shot” but have been pretty near that far away from civilization. I stopped only one day in Dallas as I came through, back from the park. I went on out home and then on out to the ranch and have been there all the time until day before yesterday when I started for school. I am a little late for my work but by working a little harder for a week, can catch up all right.

Yesterday Fuller showed me some pictures Perla had sent him, one of the “Mule” team at Gibbon (Sept 2). That reminds me of one you took the same noon. Is it any good?

I am sending those we took on our hike. As soon as I get some printed from my others I will send the most interesting.

Sincerely
Kewpie


[His second letter is written on Southern Methodist University, Dallas, Texas, letterhead stationery, and postmarked October 31, 1916]

Sunday.
Dear Bee—

Again I have come to life and have taken a spell of writing to the Savages. I have just finished getting all my pictures printed, and it seems that every one in the park are due several. A few more than nine hundred and fifty prints have been made from my negatives. I am about the only one from Texas who made many pictures, so of course all the Savages want some, then many who were in the Texas party have found I have them and have asked for pictures.

I am not only Asst. in Physics now, but they have given me one section of Gen. Chemistry to teach. It seems there will never be an end to work. Some one said Genius is 99% hard work. Turning that around, I ought to be a genius indeed. I don’t see why I could not have been some good rich man’s son instead of being so good looking, anyway that may be, I wouldn’t have to work.

Sincerely,
“Q.P.”


Sept. 23, 1916
New Castle, Pa.
Dear Beatrice:— Received your letter of the (18th) and rejoiced to hear that there are one more savage who came home and started the hard old grind again. I got home on Saturday in time for supper. Started to work on Monday.

Well Bee my folks did not find me much changed, except that I have got a little fat.

Say I received six pictures from Haynes, Gardiner, Mont., and still have six coming, therefore I think that you shall receive yours O.K.

Say you know that it seems pretty good to hear that some one else had the same fate as myself, but sorry to hear that it was your father.

Bee do you want a fire in the morning?

Can I stay in sixty and rotten log or do I have to go home and go to bed, mother?

I did not have time to see Cora when I was down to Beaver Falls very sorry to say.

Say Bee do you think that you will be back in Yellowstone next summer?

I don’t think it will be possible for me, but you never can tell. I guess the most of the old savages are going back.

Say Bee this town seems dead, just like a Undertaker’s health resort. Would like to go back west and work and thinking very much on that question.

Well Bee I guess I had better close for this time and if you will excuse this writing everything will be O.K. with me. Mind I am an not to be fooled with.

So with the best of wishes, I remain
Your Friend
Ed~


521 N. Cedar St New Castle
Nov 12, 1916
Dear Bee:

Looking at ye with my feet out the cellar window, but hardly that.

Say Bee, speaking of those peanuts, make me think of my position, you know I work in a peanut foundry. I put wrinkles on peanuts and its some situation.

But that’s not as bad as the joke I heard the other day, don’t tell anybody about it now, any way here is the way it goes. “I wish our army and navy were like a bunch of old maids—always ready, but never called for.” L.D.L.D. e e e e

As I said before every time I lose any thing it’s gone, but that’s not getting the baby the felt boots.

Say you know that I have not had time to get my pictures all to-gether yet, I expect to get some prints of some of the girls here, I have the Daisy Geyser enlarged to size 8”x10” and it’s some picture, but bet Allen has some dandy ones.

Yes, I go down to Dick’s very often at least seven times a week and receive at least two letters a day from her and on Monday I get four making up for Sunday. Oh she’s some girl, I’ll say. I’ll tell the world.

Just wish all my Geyser friends, Oh not geyser friends I mean Dude Friends would write that often.

Have a peanut, no, I got any, but will try one for Old time sake.

Now three – two – one
Deaux Drop – Drop – Deaux
E – EE – E – E E E E E E E E E E E e e

Have some fried rabbit all right get out the kettle that Cora washed her ~~~ in, but listen I’ll tell ye about the hunting trip.

Had the horse shoe buck see and here it is, one cat several rabbits, one skunk two barn yard pheasants one tame cannary bird and one pine chip monk.

Well I hear the foot steps of my second wife so will have to lay off the chin music, with hopes of some class in camp to-night, I close and remain

Your Lone Dog Geyser Friend
as I said before. Ed~

P.S.
521 N. Cedar St
New Castle Pa.


[undated; probably January 1917]

521 N. Cedar St
New Castle Pa
Dear Bee:

Am looking at you yes, after taking such a long time to get the steam off the glass of my false teeth.

But if you will please forgive me this time, I shall assure you that it shall not happen again. Sure enuf. First, may I ask how you are?

Hoping you are at the best of health and are in the best of condition for your summer of Scissor Bill chasing. And am very sorry to say and regret that I shall not be able to get back to Yellowstone this summer.

Have not been down in Beaver Falls of late. Things have changed Bee, yes to tell the truth it is surprising.

No Bee, have not been hunting, am now working every day at Carnegie Street Co. Machine Shop and that is the only reason I can’t go back to the Park. Miss Johnston was up the other day and said that she would take me back in a min. But can’t get off and it would be foolish to give up my position.

Don’t know how many of the savages are planning on going back but hope all of them success.

Gee it is nice winter weather here about 5 in of snow.

Cora was up on Christmas, and we had a very nice time.

Listen Bee, I know that you think I don’t want to send you the pictures, but honest the negatives have not been at home a week since getting back from the park. You knowing though that I being a man of my word.

Guess I shall take a walk over and see the Daisy play. Perhaps it would be better to see the Riverside play all over the Fire Hole down by the Frying Pan in Mrs Todd’s kitchen.

Bee will you please tell my fortune. Sure enuf. But hardly that.

Well Bee I want to hear from you before you go back to the Park and guess I shall have to leave it to you to tell me of Camp life of 1917~

It’s getting late and now being a man not to be fooled with shall close hoping to hear from you soon.

Remaining
Your True
Geyser Friend
None genuine without Ed
12:25 P.M.
Before Dinner


521 N. Cedar St New Castle
May 29, 1917
Dear Bee:—

Looking at you, with pen and ink. Are you ready for the park yet? Well, see you at the Giant Geyser right after the dance.

Right!

We had so much rain here that the Geysers will not work, play, or ~~~~.

Vessie, Perla and Dick were in New Castle last Sunday. Jimmie Miller is coming on Wednesday.

Would like to have my fortune told but will wait ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

No I am not working too hard, not me, that is one thing that I never was blamed for. If the candle burns I leave. Wonder if they rotten log in France, if they don’t I am not going.

Them’s All.

Think I can get a position watering the French Diggers. Better than carrying them [bucket picture] at Yellowstone.

How about it? A circle Pow Drill and Ladies choice will be the next dance.

Here are my films at last. Sorry I have been so long, but they have been all over Mexico, South America, Brazil, Chile, Russia, Germany, Servia, Montana, Yellowstone, Geyser Camp, Beaver Falls, and New Castle, Pa.

Well shall close hoping you are happy.

I am.
Savagely
Ed.


521 N. Cedar St New Castle Pa.
Jan 21, 1919
Dear Bee:—

Received your letter of the eighteen (18) and sure did enjoy it.

“Bee,” I have not forgot you and don’t think I can because you seemed somewhat like a mother to me.

Bee, you were right, you can’t realize what it means to lose your mother. But, between you and I it is the most terrible thing that can happen. Bee, it is hard to arrange things when mother is gone. And those only know who come through it.

But are you going to Yellowstone in 1919? Think I will try to go in 1920 so keep it in mind.

Had a nice letter from Dick, first in a long time and it made me feel good.

Suppose you are working hard. I am still at Carnegie Steel and like it about as well as taking baggage out to Honeymoon Row on a dark night. Gee don’t you think of the great times we had? Some think I am crazy but I can’t keep from talking about the life worth while.

Well Bee, think I will go to bed, for to-morrow may be a hard old grind.

Remembering you as you were in camp and hope you are happy.

I am
As Ever
Ed


Chicago Ill
Oct 18, 1916
Dear Friend:—

I am very sorry for not answering your letter before.

I assure you I would have answered before but I have been expecting to find that said letter which I have misplaced and have been unable to find. I will send it to you if I should ever find it.

I received a letter from Helen Fisher which contained two pictures which she took of me and another fellow in front of the Geyser Office one day.

I have been anxiously awaiting for your pictures given up receiving them.

I have not heard from many of the Park bunch but have from some of my “dudes” and some of my friends in Livingston. One of my friends from Livingston dropped me a line the other day. She said it was snowing while she was writing so you can imagine how sorry I am to be in Chicago.

I am going to School at present and like my course better than ever. Our class numbers about 100 students this year so we ought to have a nice sized graduating class next year.

Hoping that you will write once in a while and that you send me a bid to your wedding.

I am
Yours Sincerely
J.M. Condon


Chicago, Illinois
December 13, 1916
Dear Friend:—

Was very glad to receive your most welcome letter of yesterday. I also want to thank you most sincerely for the pictures you sent me. —I would have done this before only that I misplaced your last letter and did not remember your address therefore kindly overlook my tardiness in this matter.

I hear from some of the park bunch quite often from their winter quarters and from all reports they are all living in their old sphere of life.

I have not seen any of them in Chicago as yet, but might some day, as strange things happen in this big city. I got to school within a half mile of Doc Bowers but have never ran across him.

Our football team played at Valparaiso Ind. and at Gary Ind. this fall. We played an 0 to 0 game with the Apollo A.C. at ValPo but were beaten by Gary. I was manager of this team and also played left halfback. As this is my last year in school I suppose my football days are over and I must take up Golfing or Tennis, two games with are not exactly to my liking.

I am sorry to say that I will not be able to be at the “Big Doings” on New Years Eve as I am going to be very busy that day and evening, selling cranberries, mince meat, poultry, etc. to the starving, hungry, and over-fed tax-payers of my neighborhood.

I am with you heart and soul in your “get-together enterprise” and wish you all a “glorious time.”

If I do not get time to write you again before the holidays and your banquet I want you to give my regards to all the “bunch” when they call the roll.

If you should drop into Chicago before the holidays drop a bum nickel in a telephone box and say “Hello.”

Yours Sincerely
Jack C.


[The next letter is from Shorty Green, giving his side of the story of how he managed to stay in Yellowstone Park after he was supposed to leaved with the rest of the Savages.]

3975 Vincennes Ave
Chicago, Ill
Oct 24, 1916.
Dear “B”: —

Received your letter and the films a few days ago. I also got the card you sent to Des Moines.

Yes I had the satisfaction of still being in the Park when Miss Johnson and old “Pap” Greer had to leave. They tried awfully hard to get me out but I got to stay longer than they figured on. That was the worst piece of spite work I ever heard of. Lady Mac phoned them the morning the bunch had to leave to keep me on the wrecking crew and they came out and deliberately lied to me saying the orders were for me to go out. You couldn’t blame me for being sore could you, after I had expected to stay on the crew all along?

Speaking of smashing your thumb reminds me of the time I caught mine in the lid of a washing machine. That was two years ago last summer over at Riverside. Feels “fine”? doesn’t it?

I have had cards and letters from several savages. Got a card from Helyn “Fish” today. Chapman and I were in Salt Lake several days but were not so unfortunate as Ed was. I presume he didn’t discover it for some time after it happened.

Am sending you those pictures you ordered. Should like to see your book. I have never put any of my pictures in an album so far but expect to some time.

I like “Chi” fine. Am working at Sears Roebuck & Co. Do you ever get up to this town? If you do let me know. Let me hear from you.

As ever
Jno Donahue.


[undated, autumn 1916. Contains numerous spelling and grammatical errors]

Sunday Evening
Hello Bee: — Received your letter some time ago but have had to many college activities mixed in with studies to find very much time to write. Maybe when you try to read this letter you will wish I possessed a typewriter too.

Gee but it does seem fierce to have to study again, but never-the-less it seems to agree with me for I have gained twenty whole pounds, my clothes are beginning to fit me again for a change. It is surely hard to get use to the ways of civilization again.

Bill and I took Clara and Nancy up in the mountains the other Sunday we had a dandy time. It seems that every Savage I have heard from are planning strongly on going back. Well so is this chick too.

I have been having a dandy time in college between study hours. We have a dandy peppy class.

O yes thank you very much for those pictures I haven’t been home long enough to get my fixed up yet.

Well I must stop for it is getting late and I am a sleepy boy. I have several classes tomorrow to start the week off with. Write again when ever you find time

As ever
Lloyd.
Smiley Hall
Claremont
Cal.


New Castle, Penn.
Dec. 11 – 16.
Miss Beatrice Boedefeld,
My dear Bee: –

Yours most welcomely received a long time ago (including the pictures) and I should have answered it sooner, but Helyn said she was writing you about the Reunion so thought I would wait as there would be no news (what do you mean no news?).

Have just been reading your magazines and they are sure interesting, the first one is just a copy of the one you sent minus the pictures. What do you mean “Tillie Sample on the dash board”? Hardly that.

I just had two most interesting letters from Nance and Clara. Nance spent ate her Thanksgiving dinner at the famous “Old Mission Inn” at Riverside, which I certainly envied her. She tells me that they had a poinsettia growing at their front or back window (she had forgotten which) that had fifty-two blooms. Me for California.

Sure wish you had been at our Reunion and several more people that I know of. While we had a good time it was not what it should have been. These reunions are nice but if we only had a few more Savages, a few skinners & scissorbills, the[y] would be better. We are looking forward to the big one between Xmas & New Years, date not announced yet.

I see you have named the auto drivers “toot scissorbills” very good, you know they called Bliler & Nance “brainless scissorbills” last year. I hear it’s a fact that the autos will hold forth next season, just think of it—only three Wylie Camps. I am afraid when I left last year fall, I bid Yellowstone goodbye forever. Ah me, ah me.

Yes, I remember Mabel Zimmerman very well, she was up at our tent, was very sorry to hear she had been so ill. I know Little Eva would feel badly too. I think Kentuck stopped to see her on his way home.

“We all” received cards from friend Geo. Chidlum a short time ago. My I can see him dancing now. Telling us “that it is as near heaven as he ever expects to get.”

Well, so long, dear friend from Deaux Drop, write me soon,

Yours from Paradise,
Tillie (Runt)


December 24th.
Dearest “Bee”: —

At last! Now don’t faint. It’s just Martie at last having time to write a few letters. I’m just so busy this winter I can hardly get a full breath. I leave home every morning at seven-ten and go to my practice teaching “position” in a little high school about twenty miles from here. The kids are perfectly dear—only most of my boys are taller than I am. You’d laugh if you could see me. One of them has a case on me! Oh, my dear old Bee, you should just peek in the door. When the girl in front of him gets up to recite he looks around her and makes me laugh. But he’s sort of good, anyway and none of them are mean.

Then I go from there—only teach two forty minute periods—to school and have classes all afternoon. Get home two nights at eight thirty, two at six and one at six thirty. Am sure busy. Too busy even to study for of course I have to have fun too. Have had some great old times this winter. Then you know Bee, I write a letter to your pack-rat at least once a year! Bee, didn’t you like him a lot? Well, I think he’s a peach. He said if he was back in the park he’d put a wood box in “87” for you! Even if he had to walk to the Inn for it.

You asked me what fraternity Luck, Maxwell and Dallas belonged to, didn’t you? Well it’s Phi Delta Theta. Maxwell is captain elect of S.M.U. football team for next year. Isn’t that great? I guess Lee and McCrary never turned up in Texas again. No one seems to know where they are.

I got a letter from Loner the other day. I think he’s great, don’t you. Sure were some great people out there, weren’t there? Bee, do you ever hear from Rae? I got one big letter from her and it surely was a good one. Haven’t answered it yet. Am going to try to get caught up with my mail this week. I’m an awful correspondent. (Divorce case!)

Well Bee, you asked me what I am—I’m a Zeta Tau Alpha. Tell your sister I know a whole bunch of her sisters. I got a note from Miss Spear—the Theta from Texas—remember?—

Bee, do write soon and forgive my tardiness for you know how busy I am. Be good and don’t forget
Martie. (Lots of love)


[undated greeting card; 1916; from Blackfoot, Idaho]

GREETINGS OF THE SEASON

How is everything back in Indiana. I’ll bet we have the best sleighing here in Idaho. We have 18 inches of snow which makes ideal sleighing and we are sure making the right sort of use of it too. Say, Bee I’ll bet Geyserland would be a great sight now with the 8 or 10 feet of snow and the geysers still playing. I’d like a picture of it. I’ll send your pictures this week.

From a savage Harry Ison.


Blackfoot, Idaho.
Jan. 1, 1917.
Dear Friend: —

Here goes for the first letter in the new year Bee. This is New Year morning at 9.45 and I have been up for one hour and I am going to spend about three hours writing letters to my Savage friends—Except my wishes for a very merry and happy prosperous new year. Four of us fussers (rotton loggers) stole into the school house & rang the old year out and the new one in in great style.

Say Bee I sure would like to be at your Indiana Savage convention or in fact any other Savage meeting because I am crazy about the Park and Park friends. Doesn’t Y Wylie know how to get just the right kind of help. I think more of my Park friend than my college friends, I believe. I sure like to sit and think about the park and our doings up there, and I often get some friend or friends off and get started about Park and I just about talk them to death.

I suppose you will be back to the Park next summer wont you, since you did not get your trip. There will be automobile instead of team transportation and I expect I will be right there driving one and I hope to find a lot of your Geyser people there.

Bee come and go sleighing for sleighing is ideal now and I am out nearly every night but gee it is awful cold from 10 to 20 below zero nearly every night, I’ll bet you haven’t anything half so good in Indiana. Say but I’ll bet the Park would look grand about now with six to twelve feet and the geysers playing busily away and Old Faithful & the trees about two thirds their natural height and draped in snow. If I were not so busy I’d be there, since I’d only have 140 miles to go.

I am a peddagogue teaching the four upper grades can you imagine in boudling kids. Well you ought to see me. I sure make them move around. Realy though I like to teach, It is sure a time killer, The weeks seem but days & the months but weeks. I am thinking of atending the university of Ohio next winter.

After so long a time I am sending you those pictures I took that day of our grand tour around by Iron Creek. I sure well remember that strol and will for a long time to come I’ll bet you thought that I was not going to send them but I’ve intended to do it all of the time but I have been so busy that I have written only a very few letters or done anything but attend to my school but now my bussiest time is past, or I have learned enough about the occupation to know how to take it easy

Well I must close for this time Bee and I hope to hear from you again

From a savage friend
Harrison Ison


University of Illinois
Champaign, Ill.
January 27, 1917
Dear Bee; —

It sure seemed like old times to see those songs again, and to rattle them off on the mandolin and guitar. Enclosed you will find a product of my leisure hours and a rhythmical fit.

I suppose I’ll get time during this vacation to print some of those pictures that you wanted from my films. I’ve been so busy with final exams that I have scarcely had time to see straight for about a week. I don’t have any more till Tuesday morning; so I’m taking a vacation this afternoon, although I should really be studying.

I sure would have liked to have been at the Pearl-diver’s reunion New Year’s eve; but as it was, while you-all were having a big time I was bumping the rails on #43 into Elkhart.

A letter from Gula tells all about the roses and the ripe lemons that they have out there now—some different than the weather we have been having.

I’ve about run out of air, so I guess I’ll quit. Kewp says Hello and I say Good-bye. Write when you get a chance.
SOOTHING SYRUP
Tune of Mammy’s Little Coal Black Rose
Now don’t you sigh my little Wylie dude
The heavers say the pack-rats aren’t really rude;
In the morning when the rain is fallin’
You’ll hear one of them callin’,
“I’m here to build your fire,
I really am no liar”;
Your bungalow will soon
Be warm as any June.
And then you’ll hear the pleasing, noisy breakfast bell,
The bacon and the hot-cakes now you’ll smell;
They’re swell.
The reason we don’t seem so crude?
You’ve forgotten all your troubles,
Your cares are just like bubbles;
So don’t you sigh, when you say Good-bye,
For we wish you Good Luck, Wylie dude.
—Eugene Eleson P.D.


UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS
Sunday morning
Dear Bee;

As you can see, I became inordinately ambitious yesterday afternoon and printed up a bunch of pictures. I couldn’t find the negatives of the others you wanted, but will try to locate them (think I left them at home) and print later. If there are any others you think I may have, subjects that I might have “shot,” just yell. The views of the old place make me more homesick than ever, especially on days such as we had yesterday.

News item: Mrs. Todd is to cook at Lake Geneva this summer. I’d sure like to go along if I didn’t think it would be to hot and too civilized. Between you and me, I have a hunch it might tend to correct some of the Wylie Ways, and the Ill i nois(e) that I have acquired. What kind of pearl-diving quarters do they have there?

Yesterday was Kewp’s birthday, so last night as we were practicing some of our “serenade” stuff on mandolin and guitar, someone yells, “Eleson, here’s a basket for you.” It contained a big cake and a letter from Mrs. Todd & Izzy for Kewp. She is cooking at the Phi Kappa Tau house this semester and catering at the same time.

Well, I guess I’ll have to quit and get ready to feed my Gamma Alpha boys. “How’s every little thing at home?”

Gene.


UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS
504½ E Green St
Champaign
Dear Bee;

I know its heathenish the way I haven’t written, but I’ve been acting as mummy for two Red Cross classes to practice bandaging on, which takes about two hours a day in addition to my other work. Nuf sed. I haven’t even thanked you for the pictures you sent me. They sure were good. I’m enclosing some of those that I think you wanted. If there are any others you know or think I might have, just let me know, and I’ll print some the next time I get to it.

The way things look now, I’ll probably be working in a hospital before the summer is over, though I have a job cinched at Buescher’s as soon as I can get there.

Tau Omicron Delta had an informal dance at Todd’s Friday night. It is a local social society organized for the purpose of making the dance sound more dignified. Of course a dance at Todd’s wouldn’t be complete without eats, so we had ’em.

Well, this writing letters isn’t studying, so I guess I’d better quit and do my studying for this week.

As usual, write when you get time, for I can read letters on my way to work, when I don’t have time to write.

As savage as ever
Gene.


[Pinkey’s letters are all on fancy letterhead bond paper.]
FRANK T. GLASSCOCK, PH.G. - W.C. HUTCHINSON - J.H. BERRY
PRES. AND TREAS. - VICE PRESIDENT - SECRETARY

GLASSCOCK DRUG COMPANY

SUCCESSORS TO LANKFORD-KEITH DRUG CO.
Druggists
TELEPHONE 21                THE STORE THAT DELIVERS THE GOODS                  EAST SIDE SQUARE
Sherman, Texas, Oct. 18—16—
My dear Beatrice—

I want you to forgive me for not answering your letter any sooner but I have been so busy in school and then work at this cockeyed drugstore the rest of the time I can, and it keeps me pretty busy. I had a card from Fergie today, also a couple of letter from Martha, you know I have to get a letter from Martha to keep going. Well if I was back in the Park I would go to the store room right now and get a woodbox for 87. B. do you think you’ll come back next year. I hope we all can get back, then I’ll be satisfied. Do you ever hear from Miss Mary, I haven’t her address or I would write to her. I had an awful nice letter from Miss Johnston and she is teaching school. Here is Happy Jack, he said tell you hello, I also send Steve’s regards, he is here going to school with me. We are a fine couple of freshmen in Austin College, have played three football games and only won one. Here is Steve in here now. He and Happy both have to help me run the business

—Just happened by the store our “Pinkey” said he was writing to “B” so I had to put in a line—Like to hear from you—Regards to all from “Steve.”

Well I have to quit—
Pink—


[The letterhead for Pinkey’s second letter had the company logo in the center on each page, but Beatrice cut the logos out to use in her photo album and diary—and probably for that famous magazine that is now unfortunately lost to us.]
CIRCULARS AND GENERAL INFORMATION FURNISHED ON REQUEST
A. W. MILES - H. H. HAYES - E. H. MOORMAN
PRESIDENT AND MANAGER - GENERAL TOURIST AGENT - AUDITOR
W Y L I E   P E R M A N E N T   C A M P I N G   C O M P A N Y
TOURS FROM                  GENERAL OFFICES
Gardiner, Montana -             Livingston, Montana
Yellowstone, Montana -          Gardiner, Montana
Cody, Wyoming -                     Salt Lake City, Utah
                                                   25 W. So. Temple Street

YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK,
POST OFFICES: GARDINER, MONTANA YELLOWSTONE, MONTANA

Wednesday.
Dear Beatrice—

Well I just got to figuring and I didn’t know whether I owed you or you owe me a letter, so I guess I am guilty (generally am) and will try to write you a few lines. I had a letter from Nancy a few days ago and everything is joke in California, so she says, also had a letter from Frank Vetter a few days ago and he seems to be alright, and the rest (except Martha) have about quit writing. I guess I owe most of the bunch a letter and maybe some day I can get them all answered. Well Steve & I are still going to school, trying to get a little education, so we might be more than an ordinary pack-rat when we grow older, our exams began today and the first semester will be over next Tuesday. I guess all the Elkhart News keeps you busy these days, I saw an ad—in a magazine of some Furniture Company of Elkhart Indiana, some place eh! Say when have you heard from Miss Mary? I meant to write her, but lost her address. I was talking to Miss Spear this afternoon, don’t know whether you remember her or not but she is the Sherman girl who came thru this summer and is a sorority sister of your sister; she is crazy to go to the Park next year. Do you think you will go back? I don’t know whether I’ll go or not but sure hope I can, because I sure had a good time, I wish we could get all the bunch together again. Say how would you like to wake up and find that diamond and money, you found this summer, too bad you all didn’t even get a thank-you, did you? I wish we could be in that Park now, I wouldn’t care if we scrubbed tents all day, I would gladly carry the water from the Grotto or Daisy, and I would sure make the dust fly in the Bunk house. Well Bee have you heard from Mart lately? I still hear from her as often as ever and we still love each other as ever. I had a letter from Rae a month ago and ought to be shot but just haven’t had time to answer it. If we could all get back I’d be happy. Well I guess I had better begin to close this or I’ll use all the Wylie’s paper. Don’t this paper make you homesick—Well Bee write me a long letter some time when you have time, I am always tickled to death to hear from you—

Always Your Friend
Erwin G. Johnson
alias Pinkey


1152-50M-7-17
Gulf Refining Company
C. L. KERR, DISTRICT SALES MGR.
O. H. CARLISLE, ASS’T DISTRICT SALES MGR.
KEROSENE, GASOLINE,  LUBRICATING OILS, AND GREASES
Station Sept—27 —17 Sherman, Texas
Dear Bee—

Well I am not dead, yet, am still as live as I was in ’16, how is everything up in Indiana, we have been having a little trouble in our State, had to Impeach the Governor the other day, guess you know all about that— Well do you ever hear from any of the gang— I don’t hear from many now, Just Joe, Eva, and one or two more, don’t know what has become of all of them. Say Beatrice— A couple of Sherman kids are in DePaul University and are playing on the Football team, one is Quarterback and one is a tackle, if you get a chance to see DePaul play this year go to it, and ask to see J. P. Wheat Jr—quarterback—and B. Bondurant, a tackle and tell them you know Steve and I. They are great kids and made a record up there last year—Steve and I came very near coming up there to school this year but instead are working— I just had a letter from Joe Vetter, he is in Iowa U—this year— he & Eva went back to the Park, but everything was so lonesome without the old gang, they left about the middle of the season— Say I heard from some one and they said you wrote a book on our summer out there—did you? I’d like to read it, if you did send me one or tell me where I can get one— Say what has become of Miss Mary? I haven’t her address, Well I guess I had better quit and work a little— Write to me soon— Steve sends his regards—

Yours—
“Pinkey”


[Same letterhead; typewritten using a purple ribbon.]

Sherman Texas. Nov. 8, 1917.

Miss Beatrice Boedefeldt,
Elkhart,
Indiana.
Dear Bee:

I got your much appreciated letter several days ago, but have been so busy havnt had time to hardly think straight, and for that reason have not answered until now. Well the oil business is fine, I like it better every day, but not near so well as I like to be a common old Pack Rat in old Yellowstone. I guess you had a wonderful time this last summer in Pennsylvania, I almost envy you. I sure would like to see all the old gang once more, I think I owe every savage who was in our camp as letter and some day real soon I am going to write every one of them a long letter. Yes I knew that Sid Stone, Fuller, Pete Dallas and that bunch had gone to war. We see Red Maxwell pretty often, he is captain of the S.M.U. Football team this year and has a pretty good team. Steve and I came very near going to school at S.M.U. this year but we didnt, I dont know whether we will ever go to school any more or not we are making too much money now. Well Bee this is an awful short letter but I have to work at little or I will get snowed under, so will write a longer letter next time, give all the bunch my best. Say not changing the subject but why cant we arrainge it so we can all get together again next summer if we are not in the trenches by then.

As ever,
Pinkey
WOW!


[Picture postcard of skyscrapers and downtown scene, titled “Looking East up Fifth Avenue from Market Street, Pittsburg, Pa.” It is postmarked July 10, 1917 Pittsburgh, PA.]

Hello B.B.D.
Just to let you know I’m living. How I long for dear old Yellowstone. Wish I were back again. I heard you were coming East. Is it true. Let me know. I would like to see you.
Answer
Jim M.


New Castle, Pa.
6-5/’17
Dear Beatrice—

Was so pleased to hear from you, and meant to answer sooner, but am just “head over heels” so to speak. I was sorry, but the appointments had been made, I think, before you wrote me about your friends. At any rate, near that time, I rec’d a letter from Mr. Miles stating that the list for my camp had been made up. Would like to have had your friends.

A week ago Sunday Vessie, Perla and Dorothy L. were up. By the time they gathered up the Mahomingtown savages and brought them over to my house, we had a house full. Then Memorial Day, Jimmie Miller and a friend were out, and we had a little savage picnic, which was very pleasant. I am taking a small party this year no one whom you know.

Martha’s sister comes the nearest. We will likely leave here over the Penna. on the night of the 15th—reaching Chicago Sat. a.m. Hope we can see you—would certainly be delighted. If I only were going to have the same family I had last yr. I’d be so happy. The camp will not be changed this yr. Lady Mac, I presume you know, has left the Co. Mr. Greer returns as Manager, Mrs. G. will not accompany him. Am so glad to have him, tho’ for he is about the only one I will have to depend upon who was there last year, and everything else is so changed and different from other years.

* * * * * *
Since writing the above—have had two of the prospective savages to call upon me. Have told them everything (?) I know—but they will have much to learn yet. What do you think about it?

Must quit now and write to brother Miles. Now, my dear, please forgive a “busy lady” for not writing sooner, and write me this summer. I will be so homesick for my last years family, and a letter will do me so much good, especially one of your kind. Let me know if we will see you in Chicago.

With love,
Elizabeth Johnson.


Oct. 13—1916.
My dear Bee:—

I just arrived in Pgh. last night and found your letter along with 17 others awaiting me. Many thanks for sending the pictures.

I surely did have some trip home—I first went to Bozeman, Mont. and visited 10 days, taking in the fair at Helena while there; came on to Big Timber and visited a savage of 1911. Minneapolis was the next stop over and I visited there for 4 days—like the twin cities very much. —Stayed a day at the Mayo Bros. at Rochester, Minn.—and saw several operations—very interesting for me and then I spent a day in Chicago. I arrived in Beaver Falls, Sunday. Saw Dick Loeffler and then came up to Pgh. last night. I was about 3 wks making the trip home.

You ask for a review of the wrecking crew. We had such a grand time did not leave until the 17 and had idea weather excepting for about 3 days of cold weather and lots of snow.

We stayed at the Geysers for 5 days after all the savages had left and then all of the crew but Mrs. Miller, Mr. and Mrs. Corson—Myra and Bassinger went on to the Thumb. We left those few at the Geysers to take care of the any auto dudes who might come that way. We were just at the Thumb about half a day, left there for the lake after supper and arrived about 9 P.M. Lady Mac took some of the crew in her “Lizzie” but it absolutely refused to work by spells so we had to have the most of them in. There were 4 girls and 1 fellow at the Lake and the girls were not keen for us because the crew fellows were with us and didn’t pay much attention to them. They were swaddie lovers and you know how a Wylie driver loves a swaddie—like he does a bear. Of course the girls were not crazy about us and we were there from Thursday until Sunday. Sunday and Saturday night too it snowed very hard and it was beautiful, the mts. around the lake were wonderful with the snow on them. We came to the Canyon Sunday—of course could do nothing in the way of wrecking so took a long walk and saw the Canyon by snow fall and it was grand. We stayed until the following Saturday and I never saw such a wonderful sight as the Canyon by moon light—the moon light there was the grandest I had ever seen. Of course you cannot imagine it having never seen the canyon—then we came to Swan Lake arriving at 10 P.M. and left the next morning at 8 for Gardiner.

I was so sorry none of you kids got your trip—if you had all put up a fight and said you wouldn’t go without seeing the canyon—they would have taken you for some of the savages at Swan Lake put up a fight and they took them around and you would have only been delayed a day. The Wylie Co. surely did not do the right thing at all by you and I hope you can go back again and get your trip.

Tillie, Clara, Myra and I went up Mt. Washburn and it is the most wonderful view of country I ever saw, could see the Geysers and what we thot was the Grotto playing.

When I arrived last night had 18 letters awaiting me and Tillie had some news. Had seen the little German girls and Mimi is going to stay in Frisco and sew this winter. Anna and Louise are coming back to Pgh. They had also seen Rae Wylie and Lady Mac. I wish now I had planned to stay in Calif. this winter but I surely think I will come West and live. I am sure crazy about it. Had a picture from Gene, one he had taken of me but it is not very good. Also had letters from Bill, Jonny, and Helen Fischer. Well Bee I must hurry along and get my other 17 letters answered. Eva said to say “Hello” to everybody so I suppose that means you.

I saw Elsie and Garnet at Livingston they are teaching schools out near Gardiner. Also had that case of the man badly torn by a bear at Sylvan Pass—19 miles from the Lake—it was a terrible thing, he died the following day.

Write me often am always glad for savage news. —

Sincerely
Fergie.


[Picture postcard of S.P. & Katy Depot, San Antonio, Texas]

2-23-17.
Dear Bee:
Am down here doing Red Cross work. Like it very much. Nice and warm here now.
Fergie
Fort Sam Houston
Base Hosp. #1 San Antonio.


[The envelope for the next letter was stamped in purple “A.E.F. Passed as Censored A. 334”]

May 24—1918.
My dear Bee:—

Certainly was glad to get your letter—I had not forgotten you, even tho I had not written you for a long time—but it seems as tho I just have so many letters to write that I just can’t seem to get around. Letters written from here are not at all interesting for the things you most want to hear about are the things we are not allowed to write about—so that is the way it goes.

It is two months tomorrow since we got our last glimpse of America—in lots of ways it seems longer than that—one of the fellows said today he felt as tho he had always been here.

Well Bee this is 24 hours later. Last night I was interrupted to play a game of 500 and today has been busy—not with work but pleasure. This afternoon we—our officers—played ball with a neighboring base and it was quite a good game, the first game I had seen for a long time.

Well Bee we are not doing anything in the line of nursing just now—haven’t had any patients for our Hosp. is not completed, however I was up at the front for about 3 wks. and sure did have work and experience there—would like to have stayed there. (excuse) [This was written over a grease stain on the upper right of this paragraph.]

France is surely a beautiful country—of course miles away behind America in lots of ways—but the hills are beautiful around here—some call it “sunny”—but I wouldn’t say that only the last two weeks have been delightfully sunny and warm. But when it doesn’t rain—it is so terribly dusty you can scarcely see—something like the Y.N.P. days.

We get fairly good food—the nearer the fruit the better it is—so it’s “me for the fruit” for I still have the same appetite I always had.

I have not seen anyone from the States I knew, altho we have lots of Americans near here. We get mail about once a week—today was the first for ten days and I drew four—not so bad.

Am wondering if the Park will be patronized this summer per usual—sure wish I could go—never had such a summer as I had there—I guess they don’t have them any place else—do they.

We have treats occasionally in the way of entertainment at the Y.M.—this week had a very accomplished cellist and every night we can dance if we wish to. Have a regular dance about once a week—we have a dandy Victrola and some very fine records.

Well Bee I must hurry along. Surely am glad you wrote me, will be glad to hear from you anytime. I have been trying to write Perla but haven’t gotten around to it yet. Remember me to anyone who may remember
Fergie

Maud Ferguson, A.N.C.
Base Hosp. 116
American E.F.
A.P.O. 731 OK
JS Baldwin
Capt MRC


Reply to Maud Ferguson
Army Nurse Corps,
A.P.O. 731
Base Hosp. 116

Miss Beatrice Boedefeld
714 Marion Street,
Elkhart, Indiana, U.S.A.

A.E.F. Passed As Censored
OK TE Laudle 1st Lt. M.C.
On Active Service
WITH THE AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE
Aug. 20—1918.
Dear Bee:—

Rec’d your most welcome letter and will ans. it soon I hope. Have been awfully busy lately, but am trying to get caught up now. Am always glad to hear from you—

Hastily Fergie


Iseghem, Belgium.
ON ACTIVE SERVICE WITH THE
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE
Dec. 4 1918.
My dear Bee:—

I have often thought about you and intended writing but just never settled myself enough when I had time to write. When your letter came a few days ago reminding me of my promised letter I felt guilty indeed.

Well Bee we are all happy that the war is over and we have celebrated here but not to the extent that they have in the States—but we are all glad that we will not have any of the wounded boys anymore.

We have had some good experience and have seen some country in the last two months.

We were in Paris for three weeks—getting our equipment for Mobile #9. I don’t know that I told you that I had been detached from Base 116. Well we saw Paris and it is a beautiful city—would love to see it now when it is lighted. We spent one day out at Versailles and it is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Saw the house where the Allies will sign the peace treaty—and also the home of Gen. Foch. [Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Armies]

We left Paris at night and traveled into Belgium—and we surely were surprised for we never dreamed of seeing Belgium. We put our hospital up at Staden first. A Mobile Hospital is all tents and are the next hospital following the Field Hosp. We were just set up here in time for the last big drive in the Belgian Front and were back of the 91 and 37 Div. They are the only two U.S. Div. here. We got the boys right from the dressings stations and some of the were the worst wounded I ever saw. Cannot describe the awful sights I saw. We worked night and day there while the drive was on. Then as the troops advanced we followed and Iseghem where we are now was our next stand. But the day after we came here the Armistice was signed so we have just had medical cases since. Just now we are all packed up ready to leave but cannot get transportation. The railroads and bridges are all blown up—and trains are almost impossible.

When we arrived at Staden the Germans had just been out of the place about 10 days and we were the first Americans there—we were in before the troops. There was practically nothing left of the town—not a building standing intact and the refugees were just beginning to come back. Some could not find a trace of their homes. We had air raids at night but fortunately we were not bombed—they bombed Roeselare not far from us a couple of times and we could hear the guns plainly.

Coming up on the train we crossed what was “no man’s land” for four years—saw the ridge that marked the farthest German advance—and came very near Ypres. This is the most desolate country you could ever imagine—the ground all torn up with shells and not a sign of a living thing, a few straggling trees was all in sight. Occasionally a grove with a bayonet or a helmet on it marked the place some comrade had taken time to buy his pal.

Iseghem is a good sized town and is not bombed to any great extent excepting for railroads and bridges. We are quartered in a chateau here—owned by a Baron who was a prisoner in Antwerp. The place has been a wonderful place in peace times but was used as headquarters by the Germans and it is rumored that the Kaiser stayed here at times. Anyway I am afraid the Baron won’t recognize it when he returns.

We have, of course, not been busy since hostilities have ceased and have been privileged to see some of the country around here. Have been to Bruges, Ghent, Courtrai [aka Kortijk] and other small places around here. We are hoping we will see Brussels but it is hardly likely now. The 37 boys headed the procession into Brussels and I have talked some to them.

We will be spoiled when we come home—over here we are quite a curiosity—the Belgians just flock around you like children do around an organ grinder—and we always have a string of children following us on the street. The people wear wooden shoes and are so much cleaner than the French. Their houses are immaculate and they are good cooks. They seem more like us in many ways. They speak Flemish which seems to be a mixture of German and French and many of them speak English—they teach it in their schools.

Well Bee this is almost a book and I have “beacoup” letters to write so must hurry along—I had several savage letters today—are from Fish, Tilly and “Eva” is on his furlough at Aix-le-Bains.

Hope to see you sometime after I come home which I am hoping will be soon—hope you are well and have not had the dreadful “flu.”

Love Fergie

Maud Ferguson—
Army Nurse Corps,
Mobile Hosp. #9
A.E.F.


Notes:
1.  Some of the women used words toward each other that today we would think very affectionate, and maybe they were gay, but nobody knows. My grandmother was definitely not. 
2.  The Savages at Geysers camp were sent home early due to a threatened railroad strike, so they did not get their promised tour of the entire Park at the end of the season. The strike did not happen after all.
3.  The Little Minister starring Maud Adams was a stage show of the popular J.M. Barrie novel.
4.  YMCA is the Young Men’s Christian Association; YWCA is the Young Women’s Christian Association.
5.  Dick Loeffler and Ed Klingensmith had a romance, but she broke it off before the end of 1916.
6.  Shorty Green (aka John Donahue) refers to an incident in Salt Lake City on the way home from Yellowstone in September 1916 when Ed Klingensmith was pickpocketed. Ed did not realize it until later.
7. Martie’s Dec. 24th letter refers to a “correspondent” with the pun “(Divorce case!)” following. Divorce laws were pretty strict back then and one party had to prove adultery on the part of the other part. This gave rise to the “paid correspondent” who was a person who was hired by the divorce attorney to stay the night with one of the couple, and in the morning paid detectives would “discover” them together. This would give the other party evidence for a “case” so that the divorce could be granted. See the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film The Gay Divorcee as a classic comic example.
8.  Fergie mentions the incident of the bear mauling and killing a Yellowstone Park staff member. This was the first recorded incident of a bear killing in Yellowstone. Very few have ever happened.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Little Cody Cunningham, the Seamstress

Letters to Bee from Cora Cunningham

Cora “Cody” Cunningham was one of the six young women who shared the “Deaux Drop Inn” tent #60 in Yellowstone the summer of 1916 when they all worked for the Wylie Permanent Camping Company and were known as “Wylie Savages.” My grandmother Beatrice Boedefeld, “Bee” to her friends, kept most of the letters she received from the friends she made in Yellowstone that summer. (See the note at the end for a list of the people at the Park; just to get you started, the Deaux Drops were Bee, Cody, Rae Wylie, Dorothy “Dick” Loeffler, and Perla and Vessie Caughey.) Here are the letters from Cody.

Sabbath Eve.
Oct. 15/16

Dear Deaux Drop Sister,

Guess I owe you a letter or else you have forgotten me for I looked for a letter all wk. Just rec’d 11 in the past two wks. Also 10 pictures. Everett Olson sent me 3 pictures. Ray send me 7 and I got 90 films from the Caugheys. How’s that for pictures.

I have been working now for 2 wks. It is hard to sit and sew since I came back. Made a beautiful coat suit and two evening Gowns besides more common things. Haven’t got much for myself yet.
1916 Evening and Afternoon Dress Styles


Have been going to Concerts, Picture Shows, Showers, and Fancy work clubs.

Was over at the Caugheys one night all night. Don’t think the alt. has helped Vessie’s nerves much she giggles as much as ever. Nevertheless I had a lovely evening. Dick was to have come, but had Company and could not leave.

Gym class is going to start soon and I expect to join. Think I will get Dick and we will walk over to Caugheys and return their Films some evening this wk.

I sent a letter to that Girl in Cal. asking her if she would send me 6 of those pictures of the Bunch of Drivers. Haven’t heard yet from her yet, but it was only last wk. I wrote to her.

Have you heard from Allen? I had a big letter from Matthews. I think I’ll send Allen a picture of the Giant. I have 3 good ones taken from the Overflow.

Do hope he sends us some of his for they are soo good. I am willing to pay him for them.

Am going to town soon & look for a coat and hat. You can’t do much in B.F. and I don’t know how it will be in Pitts. I want to get a Georgette Crepe waist for dress. Don’t expect to get much as it goes out of Style too quick.

Well I must close. Lots of love and kisses for you dear one.

Your savage chum,
Cora.

Write real soon.


11/12/16

My dear Bee,

That “sure enough” was a grand magazine you sent the Deaux Drops and we sure did enjoy it. We, Dick and I, went over to the Caugheys and spent the eve and read your letter. Perla made a copy of it for each of us.

I have not heard from Ray for some time. But I suppose she has fallen in love with some Prof. or else is buried in her Books.

Well my winters wardrobe is completed. I got a new plaid skirt, Georgette crepe waist, Taffeta Petticoat, Grey topped shoes, Grey silver & Pauce [puce?] velvet hat, Dark Green Wool Velour coat lined with Silver grey Satin. Camisole Gloves & Hose. How is that. I feel muchly dressed up.

Vessie got a black lace dress over Pink. They got new hats & waists. Dick got a nice new loose long waisted silk dress. She looks fine in it. I have a silk skirt to make but not for a while yet.
Chanel long-waisted
dress, new for 1916


I bo’t the material for my coat & made it. It is long, loose and trimmed with beautiful buttons. It cost me $21.00 and I could not buy one for less than $40 or 45 like it.

I am going to get a white silk Marquesette waist & embroider it. I am beginning to get ready for Xmas. My presents are going to be few and simple.

I had a nice letter from Allen & 10 pictures. It sure was nice of him. Perla had a letter from King. I intend to send him a couple of my pictures (the ones I took of him) as soon as I get my negatives; the Girls in N.C. [New Castle, Pennsylvania] have them now.

I was up to N.C. and stayed with Helyn Fisher two wks ago today. Tillie & Maud were both in N.C. that day. Spooks was up to see Johnnie. I saw he & Mird on the Stone night. He is just the same rough, uncouth Mird that we knew at the Geysers.

I guess I can’t join the Gym Class till after Xmas as I am too awful busy. I am working nights to get my work thru.

I had a card from Ison, telling me he would send the Pictures soon. Had a letter from Gene, Olson, Gorman (a regular one from him every wk) a card from Clara Sample, Virgil Evans, & a long letter from Ed Klingensmith.

Will get your pictures printed as soon as I get my films back. I got 10 from Fisher, 15 from Johnnie, & 20 from Billie. I have over 300 now.

I expect to go to Pittsburg to sew for a wk, wk after next. I Guess Miss Johnston is thinking of Entertaining the Geyser Savages at her home, The night before Thanksgiving. They are beginning to plan for the Savage Party here.

Wonder if we’ll ever get to see all of the Texas boys & all the 1916 Savages again? I surely hope I can. Am sending you that Picture of the drivers I also am sending Ray one. I got 6, 1 for each “Deaux Drop.”

Have never written to Miss MacCartney yet.

Well Bee dear I must close as I have 3 or 4 more letters to write. I owe Everett Olson a big long one. Write to me real soon. With lots of love & kisses.

Your savage Sister,
Cora.

Thanks for the Pictures. Will get yours ready soon.


Note: Cora Cunningham worked as a dressmaker through the end of 1917 and then intended to train as a nurse. She married William H. Mueller in 1921 and had four children, one of whom died young. Cora died in March 1984, just before her 90th birthday.


Cast of Characters:
Everett Olson, a coach driver, also Cora’s summer romance.
Allen, aka Ivan J. Allen, a coach driver from Texas, also Bee’s summer romance.
Matthews, aka Red Matthews, a red-headed driver from Texas.
King, another coach driver from Texas.
Fish or Fisher, aka Helyn Fisher, a Wylie Savage tent maid like the Deaux Drops, from New Castle, PA.
Tillie Sample, another Wylie Savage tent maid.
Maud, aka Fergie, aka Maud Ferguson, a nurse at the camp.
Spooks, aka Fred Stroeter, a Wylie Savage pack rat (the young men who did the heavy work around camps).
Johnnie, aka Martha McIlvain, a Wylie Savage tent maid.
Mird, aka Millard Mecklem, a Wylie Savage pack rat.
Ison, aka Harry or Harrison Ison, a coach driver from Idaho.
Gene, aka Eugene Eleson, from Elkhart, Indiana (Bee’s home town), a pack rat.
Gorman, a coach driver.
Clara Sample, Tillie’s sister and a tent maid.
Virgil Evans, aka Cupid or Lovey; a pack rat.
Ed Klingensmith, a pack rat, also Dick Loeffler’s summer romance.
Billie, aka Helen Wilson, a tent maid.
Miss Johnson, the Wylie Camping Company matron for the Geysers Camp.
Miss McCartney, aka Lady Mac, the director of the Wylie Savages work crew for Geysers Camp.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

A Heaping Helping of Wylie Savage Nostalgia

The letters to Bee from sisters Perla and Vessie Caughey, two of her tent-mates in “Deaux Drop Inn,” as they called their tent in Yellowstone National Park, are poignant in their nostalgic longing to recapture the magic of the summer they had just spent working as cabin maids for the Wylie Camping Company. In addition, the sisters write the details that allow us to enjoy a look at a vanished way of life in a small Pennsylvania town just before and at the beginning of the United States involvement in World War I.


318 – 12th Avenue,
New Brighton, Pa.
– Oct. 3rd.1916
Dear Bee:

Have thought of you numbers of times, and really wanted to answer your dandy letter instanter, but you know just how it is. You see, I too, will be sending you typewritten volumes, quantity instead of quality. It is too great a temptation to be resisted. Came back to work yesterday, after four months of being a lady, and am now initiated, and at the old stand, refreshments, served at all hours. Sure did enjoy hearing from you, and Rae’s letter, Well! Dick and her man brought it over last Wednesday night after Prayer Meeting (don’t know whether they were there or not, we were not) and we just simply howled. How I wish the Deaux Drops lived closer together, so we could have reunions. We would have a Club all our own, and not take in any more, but be real selfish – unless, of course, our Drivers would come around the loop that night, and they are part of the family.

It is nearly noon. One of the girls had a dandy big box of candy sent her, and I have eaten, well about as much as we did when Rae brought a prize box to #60, and have not the least desire for lunch. Am going to get some Railroad folders, and tear from them their trade marks to paste in the front of my dearest of all kodak books “to be” my Savage One. Yesterday invested three perfectly good dollars in a “Memory Book” loose leaf, and they said at that it was last year’s prices, and a bargain, and had to order three dozen more leaves to care for my precious collection of pictures. Dick’s sister Helen has a grand book of her year in the park—at the Canyon—and she has little rhymes made up to suit all occasions. I thought perhaps we might be as clever—or rather you, you are our wise one, and make up some for our various functions, etc. I am enclosing you a bright idea or two I had, and you can use them if you desire, and should you have any brighter ones, would like to borrow them for my book. Wouldn’t it be great if the Deaux Drops could get together and fix their books up all at once? Alas, “it might have been.” Oran just printed last night, and if I get this letter finished, will send them to you today. Know you are very anxious to receive them. The one taken on the top of Hotel Utah, the man moved the kodak when taking it, and it is one grand blur. It would have been fine, too, had he held the kodak steady. I have a print, simply for the memory of it, and if you wish, will have one made for you, but the picture part of it is a missing quantity.

Bought “Down on the Farm” including the words “I want to go back,” “The Little Grey Home in the West,” and yesterday “Rosemary Waltzes” and “Requiem.” Come back and see us and we’ll mostest think we are home again in the office and dance hall. Would your imagination carry you so far?

We have had some dandy hikes since coming home, Dick, Vessie, sometimes one and sometimes two other girls, and I. First went out to Loeffler’s farm, two miles from the street car line, roasted wieners, made coffee, ate rolls, cinnamon bread, picked peaches from the trees and grapes from the vines, told tales of our doings in the Park, and used all our slang and local expressions, of which we are very fond. Then took two other hikes in different directions, starting about 10:30 and coming home when we got ready. Came down one day along a run bed, which was perfectly beautiful, and wished we had taken a kodak to show people there really was something nice here at home. Then last Saturday night Dick had us up to her house and we went to the kitchen to eat from the enamel top table, sat on benches, poured our own coffee from the pot on the stove, made our sandwiches, and had a really Savage time, yelled so much, am sure her family and the neighbors were shocked. This coming Friday night there is to be a “sure Nuff” Savage party at their farm, to which we are invited. Won’t you come, too? Would be Dee-Lighted!

Yes, have heard from some of the boys. Orville says he knows all Savages have a “feeling down in their toes for Geyser-Land”—Gordon is working on the Railroad from Livingston; Phil has not yet started to work, but is a sport, taking in County Fairs and I believe a State Fair. He and Gordon stayed in the Park for the wrecking Crew, and said it made them homesick to see our tents and places where we had had such good times all Summer torn down and wrecked. Garnet and Elsie Rhodes are teaching out in the Country from Bozeman, I believe it is.

Did you know that after we left, a bear attacked a Wylie freighter—Welch, by name—at Canyon, tore out his arm from the socket, crushed his lung, and when the man with him ran for the Nurse, he died before they reached him. Maude wrote home about it.

This is afternoon and I purchased those little pockets for sticking in the kodak books, and placing the corners of the pictures in them instead of mounting on the page, as I have always done heretofore. We are going to use the trademarks of the various railroads over which we traveled, cutting them out and placing on the inside cover of the book. I am enclosing those from Northern Pacific—I mean C&NW and Union Pacific, to give you the idea, but I do not believe you used either road. We are also going to make a tent from the little Wylie trademarks or advertisements, as on the top of their letter heads and envelopes, to put in the book.

Dear heart, have heaps of work in, so am going to summarily conclude this letter and send it to you. Perhaps will have more time the next edition.

With heaps and heaps of love, from
One of the Deaux Drops,

Perla


New Brighton, Pa.,
Oct. 13th, 1916.
My dear Bee:

Friday, the 13th, and I am going to start in and give you a real good scolding. Really, my dear, I thought you had had better training, but then we must not blame it on your training for your parents have never been in the Park, and do not know the fascination there is in that M O O N. Don’t you all know better than to start in that way and make us feel so badly. Cody says there is no moon back here, it is just an imitation, the real moon is in the Park. She was at our place last night, and talk about it, well, that is what we did, talk about it, the moon, park, etc. And Bee, you’d never guess, about 12:30 when we finally started upstairs, what we did, after we had our shoes unbuttoned! We slid quietly outside, so as not to shock and disturb the law abiding and peace loving neighbors and went to see the moon, when lo, it was suddenly become bashful and had hidden its face back of a cloud.

Thanks for the pictures. Sure was glad to get them. I wonder, Bee if you will have a couple prints made for me of the Bridal Veil Canyon? The one showing the rocks up through it. I am enclosing another picture which you had wished. Will see that Allen gets one of those taken at Gibbon. Cody has our negatives now, only wants ninety prints made from them, and I guess there will probably be that many of hers which we will want also. Sure do like the pictures, they make it seem almost like home to look at them.

Last night we sat at the table and talked until after eight o’clock, then went upstairs and read over some Savage letters, back down looked over our Savage pictures, sang our Park songs, “Requiem” [and] “Little Grey Home in the West.” I played while Cora and Vessie danced in the hall, the space so small they met themselves turning around; then Cora and I played duets, had some cake and coffee on the kitchen table; adjourned about 1:00, as per usual, then Cora and I talked until Vessie said she had a notion to come in and tell us to “Send those - - - - - Scissorbills home” so she could get some rest. Did you ever hear anything like that before?

Attended the first number of our lecture course—Weathercross Brothers, who played on the cornet, gave readings, and sang. They surely were good. I could have stayed and listened to them all night, only I didn’t. We have such good courses, seven numbers for a dollar, and 75¢ for reserved seats. Surely reasonable enough, but you know it takes something reasonable for a Savage to be able financially to take it in.

I, too, had a letter from Helyn Fisher yesterday. She had it just chuck full of Savagery and expressions, and said instead of being about to easily make 90 beds in a day it keeps her busy trying to get one made, i.e., her own. I like her so much.

Am enclosing you a bunch of poems. Know you have some that I sent before, but am copying them complete for Vessie’s book, and will make carbons of the bunch so you will be sure to have all when I am through with it. Excuse mistakes as I am not correcting them. What you can’t read, guess at. Did I tell you the balance on the pictures will be forty cents. Cora had a letter from Matt, he is teaching in a little town in Texas, very blue and homesick to go rotten logging. What you mean rotten logging?

Am beginning to feel the call of back to nature. Have had nearly two weeks of work, interspersed with a whole day at Church, and it is nearly more than I can stand. Said last night I just felt as if I had to take a big walk say ten miles right out in the country. It is raining today, and getting colder so the prospect don’t look very good for tomorrow.

Started back with my music yesterday, rather took a lesson, but have not practiced any as yet. You see I will be quite busy when I get things going, as I guess is everyone.

Did I tell you had a letter from K-k-k-atie and she is attending Utah University, has a nice place to stay, doing training work, teaching 32 kiddies in #2, and her Mother is in Montana with her sister? Miss McBride has a position in Cleveland.

We nearly fainted when we read you had a card from Stoddard. Cody said she’d just drop dead if she had one from him. How did it ever happen? Isn’t that picture of yours good of the Deaux Droppers on moving day? Did Shorty Green send you any pictures? You know Vessie paid him for some, and we are still watching for them.

You poor child, with your thumb. Hope it is better by now. Cora’s nail is off and nearly on again. I know how that goes because I dropped the office window on my finger nail some time back, and can fully sympathize.

Did I tell you about our Club girls having a covered dish dinner party? Ending with a bunch of us one-stepping and waltzing? I was dancing with one of the high school girls, who has a sore toe. Afterwards it was worse, she went to the Doctor and he told her she had been dancing, and perhaps will have to have it scraped on Saturday. Poor thing, that’s what comes of being wicked, was it she or I who was wicked?

Will close with heaps of love, and endeavor to arrange some more poems, etc., for Vessie’s book.

Your own sister,

Perla.


At Home—
Oct. 14, 1916.
Dearest Sister Bee:

I have a lot of Savage letters to write but you may be sure the first ones are going to be to my sisters, Bee and Rae. We surely do enjoy your letters, hon, and the pictures, too, are just great. Perla & I had the dining table covered with scissors, paste, white ink, pictures and our new “Wylie Way” Kodak books this evening—fixing a lot of our pictures in them. Rae’s pictures coming out of the Park are good, too, are they not?

O, dear, I get one picture in my book and then spend ten minutes thinking about what happened that day, etc. Memories—oh, you, Savage days. How I long for them!!

We have not seen Dick for several days now, but talk to each other on the phone quite often. Cora was here for dinner and all night Thursday. We looked at pictures, talked about this day and that evening; sang “My little grey home in the West,” “The Requiem,” “Banjo Song,” etc. Perla and she played duets. Then we took up the rugs in the hall and one-stepped to “Are you from Texas?” To make it seem like a real Geyser evening we did not go to bed until—well, until morning. O, how I wish all the Deaux Drops could be close together and we would have a little club all our own. I don’t believe we would spend very many quiet evenings, either.

We have the best lecture course this year; had our first number last Wednesday evening, the Weatherwax Bros. Quartette. They gave some splendid numbers and then such clever little things for encores. Have been to the movies several time, but, oh Bee, don’t they seem slow after Geyser Life?

This is my day off, Saturday; slept until ten (did I ever do that at camp; hardly that), —then baked graham muffins and Devil’s Food cake, ironed my waists, and read. Doesn’t that sound lazy? O, but, I make up for it on the other five days. I have thirty-two dirty, little, darling ragamuffins of foreigners, Jews, Poles, Syrians, Italians, Hungarians, etc., etc. Believe me, I don’t lead a monotonous life from the time they come into the room until they leave at night.

Have heard from a number of Savages lately; Billie Wilson, Johnnie, Miss Johnson, Bee, Rae, K-k-k-katie, etc.

Ed Gordon is braking on the N.P. in Montana, between Livingston and Helena, and just think they have been having winter weather there. Vic, Red McGuire, Riddle and Smith are all firemen on the N.P., too. Phil & Gordon are together. How is Allen, Bee? Remember me to him when you write. Yes, we will be glad to send him one of those pictures but Cora has the negatives now.

I wish you would teach my S.S. kiddies for me, tomorrow Bee. Positively, I can’t get my mind down to serious things since I have led that carefree, happy life at Geyser Land. We are going to Oran and Jean’s for dinner tomorrow and then if it is a pretty day I think we shall go for a walk. Let’s go to Kepler’s. Are you on?

Say, wasn’t the dance interesting tonight? I just love those circle one-steps; I wish Chip would get in real often.

Well, woman, I must lay off the chin music and seek my bed in 60. Hope it doesn’t rain tonight for I left my rain-coat in the office & you know how our corner of the tent leaks.

Your loving sister,

Vess


New Brighton, Pa.,
Oct. 31st, 1916.
Dear Bee:

Last night when I reached home Vessie told me “We received a copy of THE BEST MAGAZINE today.” I have been having so much trouble getting my Womans Home Companion, I thought it was sarcasm, and a second copy of it, instead it was the first volume of the VERY BEST – THE DEAUX DROP INN SPECIAL–. Really, Bee, do you think a bunch of girls could get along better than our six did? We surely had some bunch. Am so glad Rae’s picture of the bunch is good. Thanks for those of Bridal Veil Canyon. We saw more of yours over at Cody’s the other night, and either Vessie or I will send you a list of the additional ones we want. In the course of time think we’ll have them all gathered up. Vessie received those from Shorty Green last Thursday. I got a bunch from Earl Seward (Milk Maid) on Friday, taken at Lone Star, Keplers, and on the formation. He was on his way to Nevada, and said he would probably get down to Los Angeles and see Rae during the course of the winter, which would help some. You know he and Rae were very good friends. Have had several letters and cards from Orville also. He is working up in Montana. Did you know Ed Gordon is braking on the Northern Pacific, and Vick, Riddel, and several other Wylie drivers are firing on that line? Still have the extra leaves for my kodak book on order, and think they will be for some time, from present prospects. Have about 100 or more pictures to put in as soon as I get them.

Friday night the four Deaux Drops were over at Cody’s looked at pictures, exchanged news, talked, (how very strange to do that!) and wished for you two missing links, as we always do. Margaret—my young niece has been informed until now she knows it, that she has six Deaux Drop Aunts. She calls Dorothy “Aunt Dick” and the other day went home all delighted and said “Mother, did you know I have an Aunt Dick?” Then Saturday afternoon Vessie, Dick, another girl and I took our baskets of eats and went out to Loefflers farm two miles from the street car line. There we cooked, ate, and had a good time generally. Am going to meet them, and Dick will be at our house Wednesday night, and Cody if not too tired. Can’t you drop in? Deaux Drop Inn!

Oh, have something to tell you. Was talking to Spooks last night. I think he is going up to see Johnnie steady regular. Have heard of two times and don’t know how many others there have been. He is homesick for the Park, says he is going to put in an application right away, then come down to Salt Lake City and marry his dude there.
“The Beautiful Fair Lady
While singing ‘A Perfect Day’
Not only adds to the programme,
But charms an Actor’s heart away!”
Spooks was telling me he had had a letter from Gula Frew, and while in a Nickolodeon, which she has attended several times, a young man spoke to her, said “Haven’t I seen you some place before?” Of course she did not know, and he said, “Were you not in Yellowstone Park this Summer?” “It was there I hear you sing ‘A Perfect Day.’ “ It now develops he is a Movie Actor, heard her sing that song while touring the Park, and Spooks was accompanying her on his violin. How romantic. Right away I am going to hunt a voice teacher, learn to sing, and go to California. Won’t you go with me?
“Where Yellowstone’s great Geysers
All day long do play;
‘Tis there we love to linger
And pass the time away.”
Cody was in New Castle with Helyn Fisher over the week end, and had a great time, but have not had much chance to talk with her as yet. Miss Johnson—or the New Castle bunch, am not sure which—is going to entertain the local Geyser Savages the night before Thanksgiving. Am getting a new dress made, quite a case of necessity I assure you, as I know you will agree. It is dark blue silk, made full, with a piece on the skirt, probably eight or ten inches deep, running from the panel up on the side, and down in the back. The waist is jacket effect, with a deep belt, and a vest of blue and new shade of grey Georgette Crepe. Then have material for a rather dressy dress, which I can also wear next Summer, deep shade of pink Silk Warp Crepe De Chine, made from a Pictorial Review pattern skirt, three piece, the sides with a frill about the depth where the panel would come in a skirt, and surplice effect. V shaped neck, pull sleeves, deep black velvet girdle, and trimmed around neck and sleeves with ecru lace. Thanks for suggestion about Mackinaws. Think I’ll invest. You know it gets cool in Geyser Land – and
“Over the Camp by Honey Moon Trail
The Deaux Drops love to Go.
To see the Giant great,
When it plays in state,
And other events—you know.”
And you know too, what those other events were, that goes without telling.

The City of Pittsburgh is all dressed up celebrating its Charter Centennial, with Pageants at night at Forbes Field, and on Friday a parade eight miles long. I believe our office will close during the time of the parade, while we go out and watch it.

Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Can’t you see my tears a-falling? I am just shedding them over those rotten logs disappearing. Whatever will we do? Of course there are benches, geysers, trunks, and a few other things, but we never never could do without those dear old rotten logs—well, I’ll say so!

Speaking of your watch, mine has been on a still longer vacation, and now, after nearly a year’s rest (wish I could have that in Y.N.P.) it has again returned on duty to its original owner—charges only $2.25, and you know that means nothing to a returned Savage, oh, no.

Good luck on the Bazaar. We have been having Socials, and this coming Thursday night one of my girls is going to entertain the Sabbath School class at her place. Item of local interest—our Country Club burned to the ground Saturday. It was decorated for a Hallowe’en dance, scheduled, for that night,—but of course it would be a missing quantity. I know it would not equal a Wylie Geyser Heaver and Scissorbill dance anyway, don’t you?

Oh, Bee, speaking of the moon, did you know there is still another one. I wonder if I’ll (say we, rather) will ever get over looking at the Moon, thinking of those in the Park, having a sinking feeling Oh, so lonesome and blue? Whatever would we do without letters. We simply shout over some of those we get, and know we could not survive without them.

Did I tell you I have started back with my music lessons, can’t settle down to practice, and don’t “know nothing’”? My teacher says if I ever loosen up my wrists and fingers we’ll have a celebration and big feed. Here’s hoping.

Am reading Harold Bell Wright’s “When a Man’s a Man.” Get it Bee, do, for while the scenes are placed in Arizona, it is all about the western life, cowboys, and roundups, and makes you homesick, blue, lonesome, wish you were back, glad, and a general combination of everything. I can just hear different people making some of the remarks in it, and sure do appreciate it more than I would have before going out.

Don’t believe I have written you since Vessie and I came to Pittsburgh, attended a combination Yellowstone and California illustrated lecture given by Union Pacific under auspices of See America First lecture, [by] Mr. Leffingwell, very good, and views grand. They were all taken this summer, while we were there, 175 colored slides of the park, and 3000 feet of motion pictures showing all the geysers in action except the Daisy, and I sure did want to go out and see the Daisy play. They showed the Riverside from first across the Firehole River, and you could see the Sagebrushers on the hill beyond—then just across where you would see the formation (also up in there where, just a little beyond, was good rotten-logging). Showed the Grotto, Grand, Castle, Giant, Old Faithful, all in action, colored view of Emerald Pool, Morning Glory, Amethyst Pool surrounded by Biscuits in Biscuit Basin, the inside and outside of Old Faithful Inn, and through one of the windows you could see the camp of Shaw & Powell; and they showed our own dear Wylie Geyser Camp. Just think of that. And during intermission between Yellowstone and California lectures who came over and talked with us but our old “Father” Bierman, of the Union Pacific, who personally conducted us to Omaha. It seemed almost like meeting a “sure nuff” Savage, and we enjoyed our chat very much.

Am going to mail you all the rest of the songs, poems, etc. which I copied for our books—mistakes included, uncorrected, and know there will be a number of duplicates of those you have already received, but you will have a waste basket handy to care for them.

Will close now, with a heap and a heap and a heap, honey, heap of love.

Savagely your Sister,

Perla.

T H E    P O S T S C R I P T

With reference to a picture of Esther Baxter, yes we do have a picture of her, but you never would know her. It is the one taken the morning we left home for Yellowstone, Ex-Savages and those soon to be. It is pretty good of all the bunch except Esther and me, and we are on the end and blurred. Wish we had a good picture of her, also a good one of Gula Frew. Did you know that Esther has gone to the Braddock Hospital (a suburb of Pittsburgh) to learn to be a nurse? She is so strong, willing, tender hearted she surely will make an excellent one.

Last night when I arrived home found the extra leaves for my kodak book had arrived, so I played with the baby, my brother and his wife came over, and while we visited, I put in a lot more of my pictures. Wish you could see my book when completed. Vessie called “Looking at you” and said she had seen Mird, but she being all dressed up, he did not know her.

Now as to my desires—I am something like a baby wanting the moon—there is something more. If you ever get them, I would like to have a copy of Chick Williamson’s “Rotten Logging” poem, Mird’s letter to Miss Johnson; Chip Samuel’s song about the autos, also about the derned old Ford; and the song “On the Yellowstone Trail” the words, the song, or the name of the publisher and town where published. It is Livingstone, Gardner, or one of the towns very near the Park, I know that. If there is anything we have or can get you, I am yours to command.

In the picture line, I believe these are your negatives, and we would like two each:

Cora, Vessie and Peter Dallas
Dick sitting on log in Firehole River
Bee at Lone Star
Mary, Bee & Pinky on steps
Dick, Cora, Ed, Shroeder, and Riddle beside Coach
Sagebrusher with donkey
Your Rotten Logging picture—Isen & Cora, you and Allen.

I am returning the 40¢ and if this does not balance kindly advise and I’ll remit instanter.

Lovingly yours,

PERLA.


PITTSBURGH, PA.,
February 8th, 1917
My dearest Bee:

Yesterday your good letter came, and right away—as usual—I got in the chatting mood, thinking of a dozen and one things I wanted to tell you. Inasmuch as a good bit of it is gossip, if I do not send the same to you promptly, it will be arriving during Lent, and then suppose a certain young lady, who has given up worldly things, could not read until after Easter, and as she has previously informed me patience is not one of her strongest virtues, lest temptation prove too strong, am not going to put it in her way—hence:

With reference THE PARK (oh—ooh—yumminy yum, yum, as Rae says,) to straighten out these reports and rumors, which seem to be as complicated as those in connection with U.S. and Germany, will tell you all I know. Rae wrote that she, Nance, and Nance’s sister and Clara were all out to visit Lady Mac about three weeks ago, all on a Sunday afternoon. Lady Mac then said she did not know whether she would secure her position or not (although Rae seemed confident she would.) She had told Miles when she left last year that if Bird Clarke came back, she would not—it would either be MacCartney or Clarke, but not both. She did not like the style of drivers he employed, the Skinner style, you know. Then a Miss Shawe, who seemed to be head of the Shaw & Powell, would not work with a man named Mormon [Moorman] at Gardner, who is very essential in the line of auditing. Rae said before all gets settled there will be a number of upheavals and she feared the Excelsior would play. They have not yet started taking inventory, and do not know how many of their Polly-Anna’s and rugs and stools are scattered over the country, and she had a hunch Y.P. would not be a bed of roses this coming Summer for the Savages. Clara and Nance were not going to apply, and she did not know, but they had better not tempt her too far.

Next, Dorothy heard just after that Lady Mac’s Niece was on College Hill (Beaver Falls) collecting the MacCartney’s worldly wealth to forward to them to California, and said this self-same Miss Shawe had gotten Lady Mac’s place, and she would not be back. Now we do not know what is the latest news, but it is all sad enough. Spooks wrote to Miles about applying (delighted to think Lady Mac might not be back as he said he stood a chance then, but not otherwise) and Miles told him the application blanks are sent out, from letters previously received, about whom they are going to take?

Thirdly: (as the Minister says) Fergie called me up, and said Little Eva wrote her Bird Clarke thinks there will be some coaches in the park (very very few) for those who prefer to travel in that manner to autos. I do not see just how this can be, as the autos are put in against the desire of the Camping Company, but to comply with orders issued by the Government. It’s a cruel world, anyway.

Cora was telling me she had gotten her kodak book, and was so anxious to begin work on it. She thinks it is just about like ours (of course you know now just what it is) We have not done anything to ours for an age, but are getting some new pictures, so will shortly. Have Ed’s negatives and Billie Wilson’s, which Oran (my brother) thinks he will print Saturday night. Billie said she had been holding hers for the N.C. girls to have prints made, but as they did not seem inclined to do so, was sending them to the Valley for the Savages there. She said every time the girls in the west wrote, they wanted to know when she would send them there. Naturally they are anxious. Our negative, Cora’s and Rae’s, as well as your Wylie Way Magazine sent in November, are in N.C. some place. The last I heard of the magazine Johnnie had it. Don’t know when all will get back to the Valley. I would like to have that view of the six Deaux Drops some time, from Rae’s negatives, but suppose it will be eventually why not now.

Spooks says if he does not get back to the Park he wants to go to Los Angeles and work in the Power Plant there. Billie Wilson says all she hears speak wish to go back and are talking strongly that way-ward but with all the changes there seems to creep in a little note of doubt, and Really, Bee, I wonder how many of the old bunch will get back. I rather imagine they can be counted on the fingers of one hand. One by one they are giving up hope. Cora does not intend to do so, nor Ed Klingensmith. Fergie has been called by the Red Cross to go to the Mexican Border, with nine others, on the 15th of the month. She does not know whether she will get down in the Valley to see us or not, but will at least call me up here in town before she leaves. She thinks perhaps now the complications with Germany which have arisen, and the bringing home of so many of the troops may change matters, and they will not now be sent. So many of the girls are commencing to take up First Aid work. The 1st Presbyterian Church in the heart of the City, very wealthy, has started a class. We do not have anything of the kind down home. I wonder what the end will be, and how things will stand when Summer comes? That may most decidedly change our plans, also. As I said to Fergie, probably among the first to be called would be a bunch of our Scissorbills and Skinners. Don’t the very thought of it make you just sick, Bee, for what is the use of it all, and what good will come. Europe has proven it is simply a slaughter, and bringing about of sorrow and misery and suffering.
THE RECKONING

What will the reckoning be
When the fortress falls,
And the last dreadnaught of the sea
Looms silent by shot-seared walls?

When the last long line of men have faced the guns and died,
When the last beautiful death-winged bird is tied,
When the lust for blood and the maw of greed lies satisfied,
What will the reckoning be?

Oh dreamer, you with lowered head;
O mother, there beside your cherished dead;
O trooper, long by bloody butchers led,
What will the reckoning be?

What will the reckoning be?
Baubles to one—
To others, statues there beside the sea
To butchery well done,
And empty stools beside a lonesome cottage hearth,
And misery and want and woe where once was mirth,
The awful aftermath of war upon the earth.

----W.C. Smith in the New York Times.



[Vessie’s next letter was written in pencil on rough paper that has turned brown with age. She pasted black-and-white magazine pictures on a number of the pages in place of words, and I cannot quite reproduce the effect here. The envelope was a very heavy manila style, four inches by seven, with the name and address cut from magazines and pasted on.]

New Brighton, Pa.
March 3, 1917.
Dearest Bee:

On account of the high cost of living and not being able to afford ink I haven’t been able to write to you before; but yesterday the brilliant idea of making my magazines serve me, came to my rescue—hence the envelope. Yes; we certainly are noticing the H.C. of L. We are not dining upon , & a is an unthought of luxury.

I heard that there was a family in Brighton who had for dinner one day last week and it was not understood at first but later it came out in the papers that they had been entertaining the President. People around us think we are very rich because we keep a cut glass bowl of on the buffet. You may be sure that some one is always there on guard though.

O, I must tell you of our grand banquet we had last Friday night. It was the county alumni of our Alma Mater, Slippery Rock. We held it at one of the hotels in Rochester ($2.00 per). The dining room was decorated in green & white, our school colors and lots of and on the tables. Some menu too, eight courses with everything imaginable that was seasonable, or unseasonable, but everything delicious.

Then we had the toasts and between courses. Your uncle Dudley sang a parody on “A little bit of Heaven”; a “Long time ago” graduate had (written) composed the words; all about how “They sprinkled it with knowledge, just to make its records grow . . . . & peopled it with teachers of good & noble stock, And when they had it finished Sure, they called it Slipp’ry Rock.” We had other parodies on “Tipperary,” Old Oaken Bucket, etc. Then all the pleasure we had in meeting & greeting (and cheating—to make it rhyme) our classmates & former friends. Then to end it up Dorothy, Ruth—Dick’s sister, and I were all brought home in a , or lima bean—as you choose to call it.

Do you remember our ptomaine poisoning episode of last summer and how we talked about the real damage of it, etc.? Well, last Saturday night the valedictorian of my class of 173 from S.R. was at a party, ate ice cream, got ptomaine poisoning and died the next day. I simply can’t get it out of my mind now and think all the time of how fortunate we were in having no fatalities last summer.

We girls, Dorothy, Perla & I, have joined the business girls’ Bible class of Beaver Falls. Cora has belonged for a long time. We meet every Thursday evening about six o’clock, have the nicest little suppers—10¢ per, a blow to the H.C. of L.—and social time with our fancy work, etc., then the Bible hour. Then we are through about eight o’clock so—we really have the whole evening to use as we please. We have been taking in a good movie afterwards. Next Thursday I am on the committee to help get the feed ready; we’re going to have split rolls, and butter, baked beans, pickles, pineapple gelatin and coffee. Won’t you join us?

Had the nicest meeting of our fancy work club this week and the dandiest refreshments; pink ice cream in hatchet shapes with George Washington’s profile moulded on top (I hated to behead the old top but the deed had to be did), then dark cake and coffee with mints and walnut candy and little cherries for favors. We have had our first club baby too; one of our former members is married & lives in Youngstown, so at the next meeting we are going to have a shower for Edward Phillis, then put all our gifts in one box & forward it to him. I know the dear infant will be delighted.

Dorothy was over last night & Cora was supposed to be up but she failed to put in an appearance; don’t know where she has disappeared. Of course, I had to go to choir practice early in the evening and my big brother tried to persuade me to go to a movie afterwards, but I am too loyal a Deaux Drop to stay away from the rest of us, so I hastened my steps home over our beautiful snow, which was yesterday but is not today. Of course we talked of nothing but last summer & next summer, or what we might do next summer. I think we all agreed to send our applications to A.W., for we can’t do anything more than get turned down anyway. O, Bee, wouldn’t it be just grand if “we all” would get to go back?

Have been crocheting a little lately; made a pretty pink yolk for a pink silk camisole and now I’m doing a couple of dresser scarfs in yellow cretonne with yellow lace all around ‘em. Don’t you think we can make good use of them at good old Y.N.P. next summer, on those lovely little wash stands, bedecked with six different kinds of shoe polish, one glass of mustard, two plates of ham sandwiches, and four water pitchers? O, I’ve had my Yellowstone pictures framed too; six of them, so see in your mind’s Vess’s room like a veritable Geyserland itself.

I was a real sport today, Bee; invested in a new spring bonnet, the reason? why yes, yesterday was pay-day. No, it is a very plain affair but just exactly what I wanted; a shiny black with a high dinged in crown, so-so drooping brim and black ribbon around the crown and ending in a tailored bow on the side.

Well, I’m sure you are tired trying to make this out so I’ll stop and leave you in peaces and incidentally get my hand work ready for my S.S. kiddies for tomorrow morning. Have a solo for church to run over again, too. So will say Good night, but next summer when we’re all over at the Canyon I’ll say it to you in the right way.

Your foolish but loving
Savage Sister Vess.

P.S. Just blame this new shade in letter paper on the Beaver Falls school board. V.O.C.



[This letter fragment is from Perla.]

PITTSBURGH, PA.,
March 7th, 1917.
My Dear Bee:

I smell horse! There must be a Scissorbill around. Ah, lay off the chin music! Close your eyes and just imagine you are back in Geyserland listening to such expressions. Does it sound natural? We have heard so many reports of every kind, that really one does not know what to believe about ‘Home’ and the conditions which are going to exist this coming Season. Dick had a card from Rae last Friday saying Lady Mac was just back from a trip over Utah with the Miles and some Government officials, thinking of opening up a New National Park Camps in the Grand Canyon, and if she did not go there, if that fell through, she would be back in YNP. Then we heard from two or three different sources that the Miles—another time the Wylies—and Lady Mac had been to see about opening up a new National Park in Utah, and Lady Mac would have a better position than in YNP and have charge of it. Also that this Miss Shaw had her position in the Park That they were going to use the sites of S&P at Geysers and Canyon and Wylie site at Lake for the camps this year. That the Hotel Company has charge of all the transportation through the Park, both for Hotels and Camping Company, and the drivers will eat there; that there will be no time regulation for the autos they will have professional help at the Camps, a day and night shift and serve meals at all hours; that Lady Mac wrote to the Bortman girls in Beaver (at Roosevelt this year) and said she would not be back; that she wrote to a girl on College Hill, who teaches in Beaver Falls High school, who applied, and said her recommendations would be good, and would send her an application blank . . . and so on and so on. Now what is true? If the drivers are all at the Hotels, and professional help and open all hours, that queers the YNP for our class of girls. Then, too, Lady Mac may have said to this girl her recommendations were good, and would see that Miles would forward her application blanks, and she herself not be there, but she rarely tells anyone as to whether they will get back until the time for appointment comes. I think to play safe we had better plan our vacations together and count on the Lake Erie cottage in any event, don’t you, and in case we do so, Bee, when would we want to go? They will shortly be taking up about vacations in our office, and we have to decide and stand by our time, so that all may make their plans. I get two weeks vacation, and have first choice, unless they should change it this year and give first choice to one of the girls who did not get any vacation at all last year. When shall we ask for, that we may all be off together for Lake Erie? Of course Dick and Vessie are off all Summer, and don’t know for how long Cora has engagements for dressmaking. I think it would be most important that we two should decide on the time, and that the rest could make their plans fit. If the Park is to be opened in Utah, where Lady Mac was, then Rae is mistaken and it would not be the Grand Canyon, as that is located in Arizona . . . Oh, it’s a cruel world!

Last night Oran (my brother) and I were looking over descriptive folders of various vacation sites—Rocky Mt. Nat’l Park, Glacier, etc. He had two little folders, one descriptive of the Holm Lodge, on the Cody Road, just nine miles from the Eastern entrance to YNP, have log cabins, cottages and tent houses with baths. Alt. 7,300’, daily auto service to and from Cody, rates including saddle horse and board $100.00 per month. They take two horse-back trips personally conducted through YNP each Season including Tower Falls, Cook City, thru upper Clark’s Fork Valley, Crandall

[The letter ends at the bottom of the page and the next page is missing.]


April 5th, 1917.
Bee Dear:

The whole day through, Have I thought of you. If I’d had my way, without this delay, I tell you true, I’d have written to you. This far I wrote, when the buzzer spoke.

Now, I’ll once again make an attempt. Have surely been on the jump all day long. At noon went with one of the girls to the First Presbyterian Church to a noon-day service in our block. Just finished calling up the YWCA about a course they are giving in Base Hospital Work, 10 lessons of two hours each, or fifteen lessons of one and one-half hours, lectures, etc. after which you take the examination. However I could not possibly get home after that time and hate to impose on good nature for so long a period and stay at somebody else’s home. The Trinity Episcopal Church adjoining our building have also a course two nights a week, ten lessons to each course, one First Aid, the other Home Hygiene which fit you for the same work, but they have already started. I surely would like to take up something of that kind, for feel it will be probably needed. With the condition of our country now I see where Fergie is terribly awfully busy, and our little busy Bee busier than ever, not with society, which will probably be a minus quantity, but telling where when and why our men are at certain places. Heard that most of the College Boys have signed up to go if needed. Oh, Bee, don’t it just make you heart sick? Have thought of Kewp and Gene, with their Military training, Doc Condon, our SMU boys, and wondered if Earl, our cow-boy would not enlist. Also of Bill and Lloyd. Oh, how happy we were in Geyser-land last Summer, and what changes a few short months do make, and how many more are liable to be made in the next. We all planned so certainly to go back this year—see all it amounts to. Our Commutation tickets are to be raised the first of the month, do not know to what amount, but our salary remains the same.

Went in yesterday to the Trinity Church and wrapped bandages at noon, learning to make head bandages, which they are sending to the Brooklyn Navy Yard. With so many signs to enlist, to join the Red Cross, classes being started everywhere, and the news as we get it in the papers, it sounds as our Rae said “IT’S A CRUEL WORLD!”
Arrah go way, go way, go wa-an, I wanna go back to Geyser-Lan’ To Geyser-Lan’ my heart will turn – For it all other spots I’d spurn.
The wild flowers are coming out in bloom. Cora said if nice next Sabbath for us to take a walk, but imagine, since she has a new natural shade Pongee suit, she wants to doll up and display it, but since I have nothing new but a coat, would rather hike me to the woods and gather Hepaticas, and try the back-to-nature game. Yes, Cora, is all O.K. She must have thought you owed her a letter for more than once she has said ‘I do wonder what has become of Bee and Rae.’ Dick, Cora, Vessie and I, as per usual, go to Bible Class and Business Girls in B.F. (Beaver Falls, for your edification) and after that adjourn with ye older Savages to the home of one of the girls to send out invitations for our SAVAGE REUNION to which we are just now eligible, and which nearly fell through before we got to attend one of them. Last year they were short in funds, and the committee had to dig down into their pockets to produce the extra amount needed. This year with the increased cost of everything, and the lack of response to some ‘feeler’ post cards sent out, there was grave danger of it dying a natural death, but it did slide over the Holidays, when always held, and resurrected a week ago, when we met with pineapples, olives, etc., regular Savage fare, savage costume, dancing, cards and gossip. Our invitations will run something like this . . . . . .
“Come one, come all, Or the Savages fall. This positively is Our very last call. Be sure to attend As on you we’ll depend. R.S.V.P. With the wherewithal.”
As they said, it is now or never, as with Lady Mac gone, they probably will not take any more Savages from the Valley, and so it just would drop out of existence, much to the sorrow of all loyal Savages.

Met Allie Bortman last Thursday night. She is a beauty. She was Lady Mac’s private Secretary in the Park a couple of years, stayed at the Canyon, and this year had charge of Roosevelt, where her sister was also. One day Dan Miles and family (A.W.’s son) came up in his car, and they went back of Camp, discovered a petrified forest just a half mile away. They left the car and gathered specimens and curios, their sweaters and hats laden with them. The Swaddie became suspicious, came up, parked the car, and said they could not take it back to camp until evening. They left all the specimens in the car, walked to camp, then in the little dump cart brought the Miles baggage to the car, took home their specimens, and he left on the three o’clock schedule on to Gardner. He was furious at the butting in of the Swaddie.

This has been awful all day, high winds and cold dashing rain. The elements were doing their best to carry me over the bridge into the big deep river this morning, and although I am a champion heavy-weight, they nearly succeeded. After battling again with the elements for twenty-five minutes outdoors, three-quarters of an hour train ride, a couple of hours at Bible Class, and then again a journey to the home of our honorable Savage, I am sure I’ll make a hit with any new ones who happen to appear, don’t you? However, they are nearly all tent and D.R. girls, the Scissorbills and Skinners coming from other sections of the country, and the girls won’t care if you don’t look so nice—neither will the others if they like you well enough (?)

Heard Christine Miller sing with Richard Buhlig playing on the piano. He was quite good, and I enjoyed his playing better than that of Harold Bauer, who is considered the world’s greatest pianist of today. Christine’s skirt was very nice, but in the press of business her dressmaker could not finish the waist, so she came without it.

[Note: the United States Congress formally declared war on April 6, 1917, the date of this next letter.]
Friday — 6th, 1917
Good Morning:

Or rather it is not, but is blowing a wet snow which is just like rain and melts as soon as it hits the ground or you, and your dear little fingers get cold holding onto the handle of an umbrella. However, we don’t have any wind around here, not at all. Not when you consider the wind took the roofs off three freights coming down Bozeman Mountain!

Last night there were not many girls at Bible Class, owing to so many churches having services, the out-of-town teachers going home over Good Friday and Easter, and such a bad night. The committee had prepared for sixty and there were only 25 present, so we had a double lot, and paid 20¢ for it instead of 10¢, thus helping out the committee. Dick was not down, they being very busy these days at their house, remodeling it into two six-room houses, expecting to keep one-half, and then building a house on their farm two miles out in the country, where the father and mother will live, but will also retain the town home. Also her sister is going to be married very shortly to a Geyser Savage of many years ago. After Class seven of us met and addressed 150 invitations, ran short, and meet again to address the balance next Tuesday. Of course we will not send out any until we have all of them, and the rest must be printed. Am enclosing one to you herewith, and you will notice they had to be changed somewhat. I think they are real clever. We wished we had had time to get in touch with you for a bright poetic invitation, as you have such brilliant ideas. I wanted to tell you that Allie Bortman (aforementioned) went one year with Red Barrett, was crazy about him; the next year when she went back and saw him, she wondered how she ever could have liked him! Also the funny combination, as she is a Catholic, and he a Mormon!

The Church Bells all over the City are ringing, calling the people to a 10:30 service. Attended the Trinity Episcopal Service on Tuesday, and the first number was a song for ceasing of war, and peace, (#199 I think) The last was one stanza of America, and two other hymn verses to the same meter. We left the Church to the strains of The Star Spangled Banner, and in front were two large flags draped. We found it quite impressive as you may know. Yesterday was at noon service at the 1st Presbyterian and today want to attend the Trinity again. Last night saw a patriotic parade in Beaver Falls, bands, and all the orders, etc. Wednesday night we had Congregational Meeting, reports from all organizations, vanilla and chocolate ice cream, cake and coffee, and a social time. Also all those who wished contributed, and we are going to have a nice big flag at our church.

Tonight one of my Sabbath School girls entertains the class, and we have the first rehearsal (in which I will give them the preliminary training, completed by our pastor) for a play just my class are going to give called ‘Slave Girl or School Girl.’ A friend of mine, and an Ex-Savage is in town and is going to call this evening, but sad to relate will be unable to stay at home and visit her. However, she is probably there for over the week end, so can come up Saturday.

We have a number of new members in our Fancy Work Club, fifteen now altogether, and such a lot of noise as we make. Last time left early to catch the last car on the hill going past our place, and Cody, Vessie and I stopped and listened to the hubbub. We called to Dick to ‘Lay off the Chin Music’ but there was such a goodly supply she never even heard us.

Did I say I am enclosing a copy of Mird’s letter to Miss Johnson written from the Thumb? He wrote it over, and it is not exactly like the first one, nor do I think it quite as good.

Our YPCU Presbyterial Rally is to be held in our church the night of the 20th. The 26th comes a Banquet by the Business Girls’ Bible Class following a contest they have had; and the 27th our Savage Party. You see we, too, manage to keep pretty busy.

We, too received application blanks, and fully intended to fill them out and send, but with the HCofL, changes in the Park, Professional help, and now the War situation we decided we had better sadly and longingly give it up, and perhaps, if all things improve and work out well, we can go to Zion Canyon in 1918, and Lake Erie in 1917. I shall ask for my vacation in August the 6th to 19th, and if I cannot get it then, will notify you as soon as I can. They have not yet discussed vacations here.

No, you had not told us of B.M. Bower’s Montana Cowboy books, and we’ll have to see if they are to be had at our Library. Is he any relation to Johnny’s Dickie Bower? We now have a 5¢ seven-day book from the Library called The Shepherd of the North a tale of the Adirondack woods, the French and a Catholic Bishop. Don’t know whether it is as western as we at first thought, but at any rate it is North. For our style of reading, we’ll take the west, either north or south.

Have not heard from Smittie of the three fingers for some time. Perhaps he is out preparing to help Uncle Sam. Wednesday night when coming home from Church we saw a little bunch—probably 25 to 50 men drilling, black and white,—parading up and down the street in the half darkness, and it seemed so much more real than these parades with bands, banners, etc., it made your heart come clear into your mouth. When it comes to parades that is one thing, and fighting for days in trenches, with the shells bursting all around you, dead and wounded, that is altogether another.

I have gotten a new coat, blue gabardine between a Copenhagen and navy in shade, the length of my dresses, trimmed with a white flannel collar and blue and white buttons. It is quite pretty, and a case of necessity. I debated whether I would get more service out of this or a suit, and my Mother wanted this—so.

As to the negatives, Cora just sent Ed’s home to him; ours are still in New Castle; we just have received Rae’s, and as soon as the four of us have prints made you will get them. Cora says you have all of hers; the former Savage negatives Dick has, and Cora wants some enlargements made, then will send on to you. I too, hope you’ll get them before 1918. We are living in a similar hope in connection with some ourselves.

That surely was some magazine, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. As to the birds and flowers whispering the secrets of sweethearts—we don’t mind them. As Fergie says, how could the old moon ever stand so many secrets, and she imagined it had many a good laugh, but was a wise old moon so would just wink its eye and go off under a cloud. That now explains why we are all so crazy about the Yellowstone moon. I never did quite understand it before. As for electric lights, I think I’ll take mine in the shape of a flashlight and dispense with the bulbs in the tops of the trees. Someone else might want to operate them, and the bears would be sufficiently afraid of our flashlights—if they would work.

Nearly time to go to church, and have heaps of work, so will stop now with heaps of love.

Perla.


Notes:

  1. Ivy Perla Caughey was born in February 1888 in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, to Clark and Mary (Bogg) Caughey. Clark was a farmer and blacksmith. Perla had an older brother, Oran Clark Caughey, born in 1884. Vessie O. Caughey, the youngest sibling, was born 10 April 1891. Perla became a stenographer and I think worked most of her life for the railroad company. Perla never married. Vessie became a schoolteacher. Vessie married Ansel Connell when she was around 40 years old. Their brother Oran married a woman named Jean and had four children; one died young. Vessie died in 1963, but I have not found Perla in any records after 1940.
  2. Teddy Roosevelt’s way of pronouncing Dee-lighted had caught on all over the country.
  3. “K-k-k-katie” was the name of a popular song of the time. They used the song title to refer to Katherine Mueller, the daughter of the Yellowstone Geysers Camp laundress.
  4. Cody was Cora Cunningham’s nickname.