Correspondence from Bertha Busch to Gerald Yorke

Karlsruherstrasse 2.

Berlin-Halensee.

November 2, 1931.

     My dear boy—

     Had several talks with Cora [Cora Germer] but even though she wants to speak to me she is always going back abusing A.C. and me—last time she was calling me a cheat, but I do no [illegible]. I think she is real ill. Anyhow I am not getting saner how ever much energie I put in—Schiffers [Margo and Marcellus] are still working the business out—We want now A.C. to write a pamphlet to start with. It is such a pity that one has no money to call ones own—business would look different.

     As it is, it is a terrible struggle to beg to keep going from week to week—And I cannot spoil business—anybody thinks we can do it, but I ask what to do meanwhile. I got money enough to keep me until Sunday next—then my dayly worries begin again—I do not know what shall happen to the Porza pictures—[illegible] speak—and that means storage again. I very often wish the day had more hours—figures follow me in my sleep—I am not loosing hope as I am wondering [?] if I could only see my way clear without to worry where next food is coming from. I do think I do it. I [illegible] got a coat now so I can show myself in public—and do look nice in it too—to day I have to meet 4 different people. What a day it will be. Of course I like it—if it only means business.

     A.C. is still going strong and is happy—but he looks a bit worried—on account of me—so I have to show all the pluck available for his sake [?].

     I had a letter from [illegible]—about your visit to him—he has taken a liking to you—he told me all about your father's position in the [illegible]—and he knows [illegible] people—would you work [illegible] him again and get him interested in the business. I shall write to him myself but I think somebody should [illegible] it in—

     See what you can do in the matter of cash—

     Your loving Mother.

     Bill.

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