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Prof Bradley for it. Today we have two old friends to sit down with us to a quiet dinner. But we have to be very careful
to avoid for her all excitement and overdoing. Oddly enough, her greatest delight and distraction now, and a thing that seems
to do her most good, is an automobile ride. Think of that for simple-hearted folks like us Bertha is well, and is being rapidly
put out of commission by her mother's rapid encroachment on the duties and cares which she assumed last summer. As for me,
I seem to be sucked ever deeper and deeper into the vortex of work, which seems to shut out more and more my view of things
elsewhere. While the work grows in amount, I have a sickening feeling that the scope of it, and the efficiency of it in my
little world is not growing equally with it; and I know not how to mend the matter. Just now, for example, I can not hope
to get any refreshment out of this holiday recess, as I need to do, or any chance for quiet thought to orient myself. This
wretched concourse of five thousand teachers here, and the preparation of a Berkeley Club paper for January, will consume
all my time and strength until work begins again. I wish I might have a whiff of mountain air with you there Physically I
am well, but spiritually a little o'erwearied with the endless struggle which seems to bring me into no place of quiet pastures
and still waters. But never mind. It is much to be able to work at all. Goodbye, dear friends, God keep you Sometime will
tak'a cup o' kindness yet, For Auld Lang Syne Sincerely yours, Cornelius B. Bradley