I really can’t talk much tonight. I’m in a silent mood. Besides, I overdid my flowery (?) speech on my last letter. Anyway, no matter what kind of speech I use things always have a way of ending up with the little three word sentence. Guess what that is?
Jim’s forty-fifth letter to Thelma.
Dry your tears my beloved. I’ll be home by Friday this week if my knightly duties do not interfere. In the meantime, pray do not be too unhappy. Just look at the beautiful world if your heart yearns for comforting.
Jim’s forty-fourth letter to Thelma.
You know, if it wasn’t for the ballgame that would have been a wasted weekend. I wish you could have been with me… I love you, Thelma. I wish I could say more than that but it seems that there is a limit to what words can convey.
Jim’s forty-third letter to Thelma.
I don’t expect to keep Chem an A so I’ll have to get my Physics up to a B in order to make the Deans list for the Second Semester. I hope I can do it. I like to brag and I can’t very well if I’m not even on the list.
Jim’s forty-second letter to Thelma.
“I’ve just been talking to my friend who I didn’t go to Boston with a couple of weeks ago. He wants me to go with him this weekend to see the Red Sox and the Yankees play. I think I may go if nothing turns up. I don’t know, I’ll probably wish I was home with you if I go but then, I guess it would do me good to see the Big City again.”
Jim’s forty-first letter to Thelma.