Dear Jock: I wish that all written reports from Presidential representatives were as interesting, colorful and downright informative as is yours.1 You make me feel almost as if I had been with you and Betsey throughout the trip. I am grateful to you both for undertaking it.
Your comment on the "segregated" character of the Cypress Point stay is just a bit hazy to me.2 Of course I knew little of what was going on, except as I could get hold of my friends in turn and set up a golf date. Actually Mamie was the most segregated of anyone I knew; she didn't get out of bed for the first forty-eight hours she was at the Club. Except for Sunday, when she went to church and riding, and Monday afternoon, when she had in a group of old Army friends, she was very secret, though possibly not a weapon.
I wish you could have stayed to play on Monday. That was my best day and, except for three holes, I could not expect to do much better. I birdied #5; I messed up #7 badly and took a bogie on #8, after I had driven over the sand heap well into the middle of the fairway. However, I then started in a streak and was one over par from #9 to #12 inclusive. After that it was a case of "dropping your voice," particularly on the two par threes, #15 and #16, where I took double bogies.
When you come down this way, give me a ring. There is no couple we look forward to seeing with greater pleasure than you and Betsey.3 Give her my love, and, of course, all the best to yourself. As ever