I say this to you because of my deep confidence in you and my very real confidence that you are my friend, and sought to do me a kindness and give me an opportunity. Now let me see if I can be of any help in this work. ...
[Here followed a full detailed plan of an Americanization program, that concluded with the paragraph.]
These outline some methods of reaching the public with the idea that this is a land that is lovable, prosperous, good-humored, great, and noble-spirited. To carry it out will cost a great deal of money, I should say that not less than five million a year should be available. With warm regard, cordially yours,
TO GEORGE W. LANE
Washington, November 28, 
My dear George,—Do not be surprised if you hear that I am out of the Cabinet soon, for I have been offered two fifty thousand a year places, and another even more. I don’t want to leave if it will embarrass the President, but I do want something with a little money in it for awhile. ... But I must see the President before I decide ... and I don’t know when that will be, now that he is sick.
This life has a great fascination for everyone and I dread to leave it; for anything else will bore me I am sure. I deal here only with big questions and not with details—with policies that affect many, and yet I have but a year and a half more, and then what? Perhaps it is as well to take time by the forelock, tho’ I do not want to decide selfishly nor for money only. I must go where I can feel that I am in public work of some kind. ...
... I have served him [the President] long and faithfully under very adverse circumstances. It is hard for him to get on with anyone who has any will or independent judgment. Yet I am not given to forsaking those to whom I have any duty. However we shall see, I write you this, that you may not be misled by the thought that there has been or is any friction. Of course you won’t speak of it to anyone.
I am so glad you are able to be out a little bit. “Ain’t it a glorious feelin’?” The farm must look mighty good. Well, old man, goodnight, and God give you your eyes back! With my warmest love,
TO C. S. JACKSON OREGON JOURNAL
Washington, December 29, 1919 my dear Sam,—I hear from Joe Teal that your boy has been lost at sea, and I write this word, not in the hope that I can say anything that will minimize your loss, for all the kindly words of all men in all the world could not do as much as one faint smile from that boy’s lips could do to bring a bit of joy into your heart.