Oct. 25, 1945


 


Oct. 25, 1945



      Ahoy Matey

     Downright party paper you got from W. Von Sp.  Now you all can be my little Madame Butterfly all.  

     Honey, you a faker, a sos and so and an ole fud.  You keep telling me what a bad cook and stuff like that there you are and then every so often you tell me about how good a cake or a dinner was that you cooked.  You Jeckyl and Skin you.  And what the beJesus ever happened to that cake you were going to send me?  Well??

     Ya know been spending lots of time thinking about me.  Got her all figured out.  I’m sort of Sleeping Beauty and I don’t get awakened till I get kissed by Princess Charming (that’s you).  So all that time I’m away from you is just a dream and after the first kiss from you I wake up and start living.  Garman must be the seven dwarfs rolled into one.  He and Cathy are still estranged.  

      Maybe this Doctor has got a good idea.  You would go for anything that would mean catching your back or massaging your neck.  But seriously, it is said that all kinds of stuff can be fixed up by making the spinal column and its chums function properly.  The guy sounds logical and I think it should be better for you than those pills.  By golly, I want to be the only pill in your life.  

      What did you bother going to a dentist for?  I could have told you your teeth were in good shape.  Ouch my ear!  Can’t see any sense in your having corns though.  Seems silly to me you ought to break yourself of those habits.  

     Honey I wish you would send those two books you wrote about.  It would be very sensible for me to read them.  One things got me worried.  You said ,”It might shame you a little maybe.”  What might shame me - The things you didn’t agree with?  Just reading the books?  Or something I did or didn’t do or didn’t know?  

     This has me really worried.  I’m serious Darling.  Please let me know.  I’d also be interested in the things you didn’t agree with.  Don’t you think I should know these things?  

     Say that Konen you signed a check for must have been that guy named Joe.  He’s a 79th and 3/4 cousin and more or less of a black sheep.  Lives a sensible and respectable life and all that.  Probably doesn’t smoke or drink.  Which reminds me last night at the post was a great but odd picture “The Last Week End”.  Don’t despair sweetheart.  You too can be cured.  Just keep saying to yourself, “I will not drink this 13th double bourbon.”  Pretty soon you’ll be able to pass up the 13th.  Then you start on the 12fth etc. etc. on down the line and whoa and behold you’ll be cured.  Then when you regain your strength you can cure me.  Then we can make a living preaching the evils of liquor at the Tabernacle every thursday at 8:30.  Come early too avoid the rush.  Ain’t it?

     How do I spend my time?  Oh in various sundry ways.  Mostly reading about murders and thinking about you.  Been reforming.  For every 23 M and M’s I read I read one legit novel.  For instance, I just finished, “The Saber Toothed Curriculum”.  I’d explain all about it but I didn’t understand it myself.  And anyway it wasn’t very good.  One afternoon and evening is usually devoted to luxing my jaegers etc.  This passes idle time and saves about 1.13$ a week.  Swipe the soap from the army.  Onecet in awhile H.H. into town and roam the streets.  Look at all the store windows and an occasional ankle.  That’s one way women got it all over men - much prettier ankles.  Spend about three evenings a week at the library, the other three at the show.  45 seconds of every minute is devoted to my gal and every so often I spend a couple of hours with you, like now.  This is nicest of them all.  

     Yeah and forsooth! Money problems are horrible things but some day - ah someday.  

      There is one thing that should be said!  The returns of a one cent investment showed a definite increase in physical stature of several ounces.  My idea is that a guy owes his gal the same consideration she shows him and should try to look his best for her.  Especially if he hasn’t many natural assets.  So - before the army tosses me out you can start calling me slim.  While the present conditions exist it’s a rough deal to do but I’ll do it though, just on account of - awe gee.     

     Eddie really got 100 in arithmatic?  Golly, give him a great big kiss for me.  Heh heh.  

     That gal on the radio that keeps singing “no Can Do” is going to make me violent.  That’s your song!!  

     We were scheduled to fly today.  There were thirteen crews and one airplane.   It fell apart starting the engines.  This field has the best flying record in the second A.F.N. - flights - no accidents. 

     Time for my bread and water now.  Gotta get this in the mail anyway so it’ll reach you Sat.  



      I Mrs. You too

         I love you

           Ray

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