Letter 35 – March 24, 1948

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March 24, 1948
10:10 P.M.

Hey kiddo,

That beginning isn’t very original of course, but it’s the best I can do at the present time.

I suppose I should have written yesterday but I didn’t. No excuse I guess, except that I had to write my theme last night.

I really don’t feel very conversational tonight so I don’t know how much I can write to you. I found out my Chem. rank, 78. That’s pretty bad for me on such an easy test. I guess its a very low B but I don’t know. I just can’t seem to get to work since this semester started. I’m the same every year though so I’m getting used to it. I have never done as well in high school either in the last half of the year. I guess I’m just a one semester man.

I just opened the window. It’s a beautiful night out. The sky is dark blue and the stars are very faint but sparkling and the big full moon is in the middle of them just like a big sunflower in a bed of white violets. (Spring fever is getting me.)

Should I start writing poetry connecting you with the beautiful heavens? I almost feel like it but I guess I’ll settle for the good old prosaic form of writing. No kidding though, I wish I was with you on these nice, warm, and beautiful nights. It’s the best time of the year for young love so they say, and I, for one, agree. Young or old it makes very little difference to me, it’s there just the same, and you’re in it, strange as it may seem.

I hope you’ll forgive me sweetheart but I’m going to stop now and see if I can get rid of my cold for good. It’s almost gone now and a good nights sleep ought to kill it until I go hitchhiking in the rain again.

Goodnite dalring. I’ll see you Friday night if all goes well. I love you

Jim

P.S. X’s for junior, you too, in fact, more for you. C.O.D of course. No rain checks accepted. Pay as you go plan you know. Love, love, and more love, Jim.