I am leaving now  p.m. because I sleep at the depot tonight night watch. Ill write some more in the morning. Good night, my love! Saturday morning. Just came back from th    e depot. It is raining and I wonder if my guests will come tomorrow. I hope I have a letter from you this afternoon. Lebe, me in Schnaubchen. letters  i  ?  Copyrighted material Three weeks from tomorrow you will be here and Feinlebe begins again. Kniisschensf I think in Cedar Rapids we stayed over night, coming from the Lunts, in a very noisy hotel. Please sign the sugar card at x and send back.  LENYA IN DES MOINES TO WEILL IN NEW CITY,  MAY  Letterhead: Hotel Fort Des Moines  Des Moines, Iowa Wednesday Des Moines Darling, I just got your letter. I cant write much, I am so dogtired not well I havent got more than  hours sleep in a long time. Its just impossible to get any rest in those terrible overcrowed, terrible noisy hotels. I really cant wait any more to get home. Its alright touring, but not under . a week. Otherwise is suicide. But itll be over soon. I am so thoroughly disgusted about that trio LuntsSam, that I almost wish you could just tell them: to go to hell. But I am very much afraid, they will use your ideas and you want hear from them anymore. I dont know, what to say. I have the impression, diat they are terribly afraid of you. I am almost sure, they would be happy, if you wouldnt do it after they got out of you on ideas, what they could. That would be just like them. Its just incredible that Alfred disappeared without talking to you any more and sends you a message trough Jules! Darling, its hard for me to tell you, to forget about the whole thing, nothing good will come out of that “poisonfactory,” because I know, how you would like to work again. But think it over. Even if everything will be straightened out, do you think, theyll let you do, what you really want? If Sam insists on “incidental” music doesnt that show you already very clearly, what he is up to? And those two old “verstellers” hypocrites they wont help you a bit. They are just as afraid as Sam is. I wish, Helen would get something. She wrote you a letter.