Oct. 19, 1945


 


Oct. 19, 1945


Hey there prettier than me,



     Doggone, there shouldn't ought to be nights like this when a guy ain’t with his gal.  Tain’t fair.

     I got your letter yesterday the one before the leave.  O.K. so I’m naiver than you.  You old Pedigog you. Bob is driving me berserk. He’s got gal troubles.  He changes his mind about Cathy every ten minutes.  Also, he is not very musically brilliant.  Last night I was playing different tunes for him on my harmonica and he was supposed to guess what they were.  My playing may not be super colossal but ain’t horrible.  Anyway, he didn’t guess one out of about twenty so I figured sump’n was wrong.  I played the star spangled banner.  He looked puzzled and said that he thought that he heard it before but couldn’t remember the name.  Then I played America.  This he called “Coming Round the Mountain”.  

     This was the straw that tickled the lion’s nose so much that he died from laughter on account of he couldn’t stop laughing long enough to take his vitamin B.  Whichly he was deficient due to climactic complications and anyways he was old.  So for the present, my mouth harp rests beneath a pair of olive green shorts which need a button sewn on.  So much for that.


     Hey, how did Terry’s fella come out?  This has me worried,  not wanting to get in a rut, but would you please yum yum her for me?  

      What’s the latest on the domestic life honey?  If anything comes up that I could help out on let me know huh?  

     The doc hummed at my little ear for about five minutes then gave me some more drops.  He said that if it didn’t clear up in a few days that he’d give me a shot of radiam. Some sort of new treatment.  Sounds thrilling huh?  

     A little hunk of news floated out yesterday.  Our shipping date has been changed to December 15th.  By that time may be some more changes that pop up.  

      Don’t know exactly why but I’ve been wondering what your Father’s business associates think of him.  I’ll bet you thirty cents he’s known as Honest John or some such thing Whatcha think?

      Why dontcha up and tweet that Grady’s nose?  Ya know when you said thanks before I left you shouldn’t ought to have.  Cause I didn’t say thanks to you for doing anything I wanted to or for not getting mad if you had a reason too, or for staying out too late after working hard all day or for looking so swell no matter how tired you were or for being so much fun and so nice to be with, or for kissing the way you do or for wearing perfume that makes me woozy or for a million things that are you.  But you did say it so it’s my turn now.  Thanks for being you Darling.  


      Good Night Sweetheart

     I love you

Ray

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