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Corozal, PR December 21, 1932
This place is such a madhouse of noise that I haven’t been able to put two collective thoughts together since I came. You see, a gambler is living in the same room with me, and as he was here first, I haven’t any room to put my stuff away or get a desk in place. Just a few minutes ago I conceived the brilliant idea of putting a dresser drawer upside down on my bed and using that as a desk. What a country!One doesn’t mind having to do without things if he can do without them quietly, but when he has noise and crowding thrown in on top of it he’s in a pretty bad way.
God knows which way things are going to turn now. Wilky and I are going to start shipping ore pretty soon, but Carper is still hanging on to the money and it’s a guess when he’ll let loose of the stuff. Until that time we are rooted to hotels with unpaid bills. I left a trunk at the Capital and asked Axmeyer, the owner, to wait for his dough. He cried loud and long, but that’s that....
I laughed loud and long the other night over a frog that happened into the hotel and made all the ladies scramble up on chairs and the men look stern and strong. I laughed until I found out I couldn’t stop. Realized then it was the first time in a long, long while. Sense of humor must be deserting me for a bit.