Monthly Archives: September 2009

Chuck Jones’ letters to his daughter, Linda

 

Post # 39

 

Monday, March 2nd,
1953

 

Hello, you ghastly
little slob;

 

I am told you have
passed from one semester into another. 
I have no way of knowing that this is true as we have received no notice
from the school, from [the Headmaster], from the Board of Education, from the
Parole Board, from the Hog Caller’s Protective Association or any other
accredited group.  I presume you
are not hanging in mid-air in a sort of suspended education.  I suppose that you are continuing with
what we laughingly call your studies so as old J. Caesar used to say, “Cadit
quaestic.”  Let us know when you
know anything, hm?  Not that I care
of course, yet…

 

In the foregoing
sentence I was interrupted by the telephone and when I turned to resume I found
that my last phrase was “Hog Caller’s Protective Ass-” An interesting idea,
isn’t it?  DON’T BE HALF
SAFE—INVEST IN THE LITTLE GIANT HOG CALLER’S PROTECTIVE ASS.  GUARANTEED TO PROTECT YOU FROM ANY
ATTACKS FROM THE REAR!  Be popular!  AMUSE YOUR FRIENDS and FRUSTRATE YOUR
ENEMIES! WEAR A HOG CALLER’S PROTECTIVE ASS!!

 

Dottie has returned
from the wild abysmal banalities of Oregon* in remarkably good spirits.  In fact her conduct during this whole
episode was such as to warm your old heart.  She did all the tings necessary up there, every t’ing that
is, swept up all the old cobwebby odds and ends, disposed of reams of ancient
paper work, did everything necessary with a minimum of pother and returned home
glowing like a dollar watch.  A
remarkable exhibition.

 

Yes, dammit I mean
“pother”.

 

“I” before E except
after C, hey?  What about
“ancient”?

 

Mr. Jones, the
carpenter has been busy on the [
Manhattan
Beach
] beach house this last
week, replacing windows, putting in new stairs, replacing boards, and fixing
the garage doors.  After he
finishes we shall have the olde girl painted (the house, not Nana [
his mother]) and no one will recognize it, but will
gasp, “What, oh what is this magnificent new edifice rising from the ashes of
the old…Lo, a veritable Phoenix!!”

 

Our social life
continues apace:  Last week mainly
movies at the Academy: “Moulin Rouge”, “The Bad and the Beautiful”, “High Noon”
again, “Member of the Wedding”, “Greatest Show on Earth” and last night a whole
mess of so called documentaries and I use the term “mess” advisedly.  What a slobby bunch of cruddy
pictures.  I rise to a point of
odor.  Pew!

 

“Moulin Rouge” and
oh, yes, “Come Back, Little Sheba” are superior pictures.  Shirley Booth’s performance is truly a
masterpiece.  If she doesn’t win
‘twill be the injustice of the century.

 

By some wierd
non-parental alchemy, I love you very much.

 

I before E except
after C, eh?  What about weird?

 

 

 

s/thine Sire

 

*[She was in Oregon taking care of the final
arrangements after the death of her father.]

Chuck Jones’ letters to his daughter, Linda

 

Post # 39

 

Monday, March 2nd,
1953

 

Hello, you ghastly
little slob;

 

I am told you have
passed from one semester into another. 
I have no way of knowing that this is true as we have received no notice
from the school, from [the Headmaster], from the Board of Education, from the
Parole Board, from the Hog Caller’s Protective Association or any other
accredited group.  I presume you
are not hanging in mid-air in a sort of suspended education.  I suppose that you are continuing with
what we laughingly call your studies so as old J. Caesar used to say, “Cadit
quaestic.”  Let us know when you
know anything, hm?  Not that I care
of course, yet…

 

In the foregoing
sentence I was interrupted by the telephone and when I turned to resume I found
that my last phrase was “Hog Caller’s Protective Ass-” An interesting idea,
isn’t it?  DON’T BE HALF
SAFE—INVEST IN THE LITTLE GIANT HOG CALLER’S PROTECTIVE ASS.  GUARANTEED TO PROTECT YOU FROM ANY
ATTACKS FROM THE REAR!  Be popular!  AMUSE YOUR FRIENDS and FRUSTRATE YOUR
ENEMIES! WEAR A HOG CALLER’S PROTECTIVE ASS!!

 

Dottie has returned
from the wild abysmal banalities of Oregon* in remarkably good spirits.  In fact her conduct during this whole
episode was such as to warm your old heart.  She did all the tings necessary up there, every t’ing that
is, swept up all the old cobwebby odds and ends, disposed of reams of ancient
paper work, did everything necessary with a minimum of pother and returned home
glowing like a dollar watch.  A
remarkable exhibition.

 

Yes, dammit I mean
“pother”.

 

“I” before E except
after C, hey?  What about
“ancient”?

 

Mr. Jones, the
carpenter has been busy on the [
Manhattan
Beach
] beach house this last
week, replacing windows, putting in new stairs, replacing boards, and fixing
the garage doors.  After he
finishes we shall have the olde girl painted (the house, not Nana [
his mother]) and no one will recognize it, but will
gasp, “What, oh what is this magnificent new edifice rising from the ashes of
the old…Lo, a veritable Phoenix!!”

 

Our social life
continues apace:  Last week mainly
movies at the Academy: “Moulin Rouge”, “The Bad and the Beautiful”, “High Noon”
again, “Member of the Wedding”, “Greatest Show on Earth” and last night a whole
mess of so called documentaries and I use the term “mess” advisedly.  What a slobby bunch of cruddy
pictures.  I rise to a point of
odor.  Pew!

 

“Moulin Rouge” and
oh, yes, “Come Back, Little Sheba” are superior pictures.  Shirley Booth’s performance is truly a
masterpiece.  If she doesn’t win
‘twill be the injustice of the century.

 

By some wierd
non-parental alchemy, I love you very much.

 

I before E except
after C, eh?  What about weird?

 

 

 

s/thine Sire

 

*[She was in Oregon taking care of the final
arrangements after the death of her father.]

Linda Jones Reveals Dream for CJCC in Orange Coast Magazine

Legends

Writer
Vance Durgin of Orange Coast Magazine spent an afternoon with Linda
Jones Clough recently and discovered that it takes true vision and
plenty of hard work to create a market for animation that doesn't
move.  And uncovers her dream for the Chuck Jones Center for Creativity.  Read the article by clicking here. (Photo by Don Whitlow)   

Show Your Memories Contest: We Get Letters

 Dear Mr. Kausen,

I grew up on a farm in Ontario, Canada just outside of Windsor.  I didn't have friends around so when I watched Looney Tunes (I loved all the characters…still do!) to me they were real but someplace special.  It was the best time of my life looking back.

Then when I was 11 years old my parents decided to move back to Florida.  That was very, very hard on me changing schools, leaving all my cousin and extended family behind–I cried a lot.  Again, I still had my friends Bugs, Daffy, Tweety…all of them.

When Brickfish notified members about "Show your memories with your favorite Chuck Jones characters" this was a very special entry for me.  I hope your grandfather really knew how much joy, love he gave to all of us.

P.S.  I really love your film clip with you and the flippers 🙂

Sincerely,
Colleen Hayes

(Colleen's entry is currently rated the #1 entry in the contest.) 

Chuck Jones’ letters to his daughter, Linda

 

Post # 38

 

Monday, Feb.
23

 

Dearest
Linda:

 

This must be
a short note on account of it is nearly five o’clock and I’ve got [art] class
tonight, but I did want to bring you up to date and also get a check to
you.  If the check is not enclosed
I will have forgotten to do even that. 
This has been a very crowded day: story session this morning having to
do with the man who invented the portable hole, just buy a package of these
convenient holes and if you want a hole, just glue one on the object and reach
in:  very convenient for getting
babies out of safes, for sneaking home at night without opening the front door,
an excellent part of a dog’s equipment: no need to dig any more.  A very nice story idea, wish it was
mine.

 

No word from
Dottie since I talked to you Saturday. 
 I am so pleased and happy
and in love with her.  All of her
adult life she has grown and developed and striven to become a more adult and
intelligent person and the beauty of it is that she has become a real zany,
too.  I am very grateful for her
and I hope you are, too.  Look
around at many of the other women of her age [45] and you soon realize what an
absolutely fine person she is. 
Right?

 

As always,
I‘ve enjoyed being a bachelor for a little while.  It is fun being mothered by our friends.  I spent the weekend with nana [his
mother], which pleased us both. 
She, too, is a swell gal with a nice straight back and good straight
mind.  Very active and fun to be
with and to talk to.

 

Well, off I
go…I love you, too, and you jolly well know what kind of a person I think you
are.  You little slob.

Chuck Jones’ letters to his daughter, Linda

 

Post # 38

 

Monday, Feb.
23

 

Dearest
Linda:

 

This must be
a short note on account of it is nearly five o’clock and I’ve got [art] class
tonight, but I did want to bring you up to date and also get a check to
you.  If the check is not enclosed
I will have forgotten to do even that. 
This has been a very crowded day: story session this morning having to
do with the man who invented the portable hole, just buy a package of these
convenient holes and if you want a hole, just glue one on the object and reach
in:  very convenient for getting
babies out of safes, for sneaking home at night without opening the front door,
an excellent part of a dog’s equipment: no need to dig any more.  A very nice story idea, wish it was
mine.

 

No word from
Dottie since I talked to you Saturday. 
 I am so pleased and happy
and in love with her.  All of her
adult life she has grown and developed and striven to become a more adult and
intelligent person and the beauty of it is that she has become a real zany,
too.  I am very grateful for her
and I hope you are, too.  Look
around at many of the other women of her age [45] and you soon realize what an
absolutely fine person she is. 
Right?

 

As always,
I‘ve enjoyed being a bachelor for a little while.  It is fun being mothered by our friends.  I spent the weekend with nana [his
mother], which pleased us both. 
She, too, is a swell gal with a nice straight back and good straight
mind.  Very active and fun to be
with and to talk to.

 

Well, off I
go…I love you, too, and you jolly well know what kind of a person I think you
are.  You little slob.