Letter from Sinclair Lewis to Marcella Powers, July 6, 1943

              I herewith warn you that unless you marry me,  I shall marry  either Timmy Sabor or Greta Garbo — and if you think this head,  line is  an msmw    error or in flPf way partaking of jocosity, you  may read the following... .an^\|iy%/too I might marry  taxi girl Read all a:i|«Vv|K^i^6nly ten cents.  ■  CULVER—CITY  CALIFORNIA  CHATEAU MARMDNT  which curiously enough is still' at  8221 Sunset Boulevard  which irrevocably remains  in  Los Angeles.  Tue. July 6  &v\    CSV rW- cL**^~y  Darling,  I did have a happy week end.    First,   I got moved  into  the  Chatux,  a charming small suite,  looking up* the Italiaaate  hill — sharp slopes with raggedy eucalyptus trees ana plaster  cottages with red tile roofs, up to a ??hite house perched like  a domestic  eagle above stone terraces.    And then a darling first  letter from you explaining that as you have been yacheting with  Hal, maybe that was why I never got you on  the phone a week ago  last  Sunday.  Then out to Eddie Selwyn's for a while,  and  on to Nunnally  Johnson's, to dine with him and George Macy and Dorris at  Romanoff's — still luxurious  and immensely successful.  who sent her your love, as did Eddie,  actoresslette named Doris Day whom I  good by entirely forgetting her after  Mike  At  and an extremely pretty  may not  have pleased so  Eddie's, Micky Merrill,  having seen her for a  before you and I went  whole week  there.  at Ogunquit theater the year  Then yesterday, with %fe and Dorshka,  and an even prettier  girl axtoressa, named Timmy Sabor, whom I met  in Minneapolis  — she played once in the log Cabin theater;  graduate    of Pasadena  Playhouse;   did some bits in Hollywood;  is very good looking and  darling, and so^ naturally,  is now working all night in the  Douglas Aircraft offices punching record cards!    — with them,  I say,  I went out  for dinner to Ernst Lubitch's magnificent  |castle-mit-patio-and-swimpool.    And there were    darling Frizi  /Masari and daughter Liesl Frank.    And suddenly quietly there,  •' quiet-faced and somehow secret-looking in an unornamented beige  dress,  puzzling one as to whether she was very beautiful or        M  just strange, was a young-and-not-so-young woman who,   I thought,  looked very much as the invisible and unattainable Greta Garbo^^^^  She and I fenced amiably about my having fasted;  I explained that  she unquestionably had me balled up with Upton Sinclair.    She  was gay and pleasant and easyj  and I got Ernst  aside to ask who  she was and Oh yes,  she was Greta Garbo, all right,  and I  I scampered all over her  like  a small teray agitated mouse all  BSiSMttHiiElSEEMENT OR ORDER WILL BE BINDING ON THIS CORPORATION  UNLESS IN WRITING AND SIGNED BY AN OFFICER  llll  6 C S.