“What’s going on after the hop? Anything in particular? If there is something going on that you want to get into just holler. I ain’t fussy long’s I’m with you and you have a good time.”
Jim’s forty-ninth letter to Thelma.
I’ve been taking a razing all day. You know that lipstick on my collar? Well, I forgot about it and wore the shirt again today. I didn’t realize there was so much there. Oh well, it reminds me of how I got it which was very, very nice.
Jim’s forty eighth-letter to Thelma.
We have all just been asked to contribute to a fund for a Student Union building down in Orono. Only a slight minimum of about $30. That’s when we begin to realize we are not in High School anymore.
Jim’s forty-seventh letter to Thelma.
By the way, what did your mother say about Sat. night? Did she notice the wrinkles? I’ll bet you told her it was a swell dance + you danced all night. What a little white(?) liar you are.
Jim’s forty-sixth letter to Thelma.
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.