December 6, 1952
Yesterday at 12:30 my mother-in-law passed away. She was a grand lady. When I hear these mother-in-law jokes I don't laugh. They are not funny to me, because I've had a good one. So has my brother. My mother was a good mother-in-law to Vivian's and my wife. It gives me a pain in the neck to read the awful jokes that the so-called humorists crack about mother-in law.
Today we go to Missouri to bury her. Four years ago, 1946, I was on the same errand for my mother. The sabotage press-Bertie & Willie-made it appear that I was wasting public money to be decent to my mother. May God forgive them, I can't and won't.
The same lice will do the same publicity job when I take Mrs. Wallace, Bess and Margaret home to bury the mother-in-law.
To hell with them. When history is written they will be the sons of bitches-not I.
Look at old Medill, Horace Greeley et al. in Lincoln's time. Biddle in Jackson's and old man Pulitzer in Cleveland's.
It isn't Jackson, Lincoln and Cleveland who were wrong.