Dear Folks:
I don’t feel very disposed to write but maybe I’ll get that way if I get started. This is (a) far different Saturday nite than I used to spend at home–writing letters and listening to the radio. Your letters have been arriving regularly but I notice you still are using the old organization address. Don’t forget to change it or my mail may be held up sometime. Maybe if I dig up your letter I can find something to write about. I can’t tell you how far I am from Ft. Shafter as that is on the ‘verboten’ list but I wouldn’t be able to see him. I have his address but haven’t written to him. Listened to a football game today from the mainland and sitting in my shorts seemed far away from the chilly football season. Heard Nebraska got beaten by Minnesota. Gladys Davis has been writing me regularly and she keeps me in touch with Lincoln. And yesterday I received a letter from a Mrs. Hartnett, a lady who lived on the same floor apartment as Mrs. Davis and who often filled in our bridge games. She was one of the sweetest, and best looking by the way, of any women I’ve seen in a long time. I was very surprised to get (it) and I felt like a chimney sweep when I answered her letter. With all the experiences in Lincoln, I surely want to get back. She wrote that there are more students on the campus than she had ever seen.
Had four letters today and in good time too. In your Xmas package, wrap it securely—the way they toss them around is something drastic. I couldn’t make up a list on a bet but personal things are always needed. Goin’ to play Monte Carlo now—goodnite. I’m to damn well off to be respectable.
Love,
