[St. John's, Newfoundland]
Friday Oct. 10, 1952

Dearest Cakie:

Though the impress on the top is the Senate I am writing from Waterford Bridge Road. I am sending it airmail so that it may reach you by the time you arrive as you are due to leave this afternoon.

I telegraphed mother the morning after I got here and followed it up with a letter and I am leaving here on Sunday a.m. getting into Toronto by evening.

The trip altogether has been enjoyable though marred by the sickness of Jim who is in hospital here and exceedingly depressed. And Calvert is in hospital at Montreal. Mary telegraphed today that they had located the germ but further tests had to be made. He is feeling fairly comfortable considering the circumstances.

And then Harold Macpherson is in the same hospital as Jim. He is suffering from spinal trouble which may be tubercular. Poor fellow he has to be flat on a board with his head lower than his body for four months. I went in to see him yesterday and shall again tomorrow.

The pleasant side of the trip is its hospitality. I had to give the Installation address on Wednesday. The next day I had to speak to the dear sweet nuns at the Mercy Convent. Most of them were Irish and if, as they said, I had kissed the blarney stone, then they had swallowed it for I was blessed off my feet. They wanted to meet me in Heaven. I replied that I had no wish to have a hurried meeting preferring to meet them again on solid ground like St John's. It was about the same as three years ago. Today I spoke to the Prince of Wales Academy (the successor to the old Methodist College) and I gave them the Titanic for an hour. They managed to stand up or rather sit up against the gruelling. Tomorrow I have the day off with Cal followed by a stag at Hal's with some notables like Sir Albert Walsh, Chief Justice; Charlie Hunt, Sir Leonard Outerbridge and others. It looks overwhelming from the judicial point of view so I have to behave myself to keep out of the clutches of the law. To secure this I am staying within doors at Cal's, dining on partridge, not a terribly hard imposition.

The joke is this. Cal had informed his friends that his brother would give anything for a partridge or a brace of them. As a result about ten brace have been sent up to the house. Cal's strategy was to put the whole business on me. One meal or two were enough, but he is putting the rest in the deep freeze for the fall – a very ingenious transaction (which he admits). Poor Ned needs a partridge and his friends unknown to each other send the birds to the house thinking in the transparent infancy of their hearts that I am consuming all of them. We are laughing together at the ruse.

Rose is doing the cooking – good soul.

I am wondering how you are getting along. I suppose that you will get this letter just about the time you arrive. I hope you will have a grand trip and will enjoy the convention. It will be a pleasure to see you again on your return. Do not economize too much and prejudice your comfort. Take all the conveniences, bless you.

Nfld is so hospitable that I am putting on the bacon (or the partridges and Devonshire cream) on my ribs. I have added five pounds but feeling fine though I am making a dent in the sidewalks when I go out. Would you believe this?

Poss left today for Toronto. She will get in tonight. She couldn't manage to change her reservations so as to go back with me. The passengers are numerous.

With the greatest love,
Father


Senate
Pratt's brother Calvert had been appointed to the Senate in 1951. While in St. John's, Pratt was a guest at his house on Waterford Bridge Road.