Boo, another letter so quick.
Sunday nite
April 18, 1948
8:10 P.M.
Hi darling,
I started to study but I just couldn’t get to work so here I am. Gosh, I miss you. No kiddin’ I really feel that “I’m In the Mood for Love” with you, that is. I wish you were home last night. Guess I’m just a dope, huh. I should have stayed home today and seen you tonight but it was my sisters birthday and I thought I should go see her. I’d be worse off I guess if I’d have stayed. I think I might have missed the bus by the way I’m feeling right now. Darn it all, beautiful, I’m really in a rare mood tonight. I would be down here instead of with you. Anyway I thought you’d like to know that I love you very much. I don’t know what the matter is with me but I hope to find a cure for this lost feeling by going home Friday just as fast as possible and looking up an old girl of mine named Thelma. Know her? She’s the nicest girl I know. I really think that I’m terribly in love with her. What do you think about it? You can write and give your advice to the lovelorn as soon as possible.
I guess that’s enough of that for one letter. I must love you to death with those “true confessions” Shlutsie old girl. (Pardon the name but I just couldn’t resist. I left the “h” in to make it look respectable because, after all, you are a nice respectable girl even if those horrid, horrid little boys and girls in high school did call you otherwise, just jokingly of course.)
I played tennis today. First time I ever did. Was I rotten. I couldn’t control the ball any more than a man can control a woman. (That ain’t much) It’s a lot of fun though. I think I’ll like it if I have time to practice a little.
I went to the dance at the Top Hat last night but although there were millions of girls I wasn’t in the mood for dancing. I’d much rather have been sitting home with you. Some people would call me crazy for wanting to stay in when there is a good dance around but I’d much rather have you for myself when I’m in one of those moods.
I don’t know if I should be so enthusiastic in this letter until I find out how you made out on your trip and if you found any new boyfriends. But to tell you the truth, I’m conceited enough to believe that I’m still favored a little by you! (I hope).
I hope you write to me tonight but I guess you’ll be too tired from the trip. How was it anyway. I’ll find out Friday anyway, so never mind. By the way, may I have a date to kiss the hell out of you Friday? If I can’t may I have just a date. Please, pretty please with sugar on it? (Also Sat.)
I’ve been neglecting my studies tonight so I guess I should close. (Should, you notice) I have a lab report staring me in the face but I think you would be much more interesting to look at. Prettier too.
Even the bear on my sweatshirt looks lonesome tonight. His mate is probably packed in her drawer in Rumford tonight. I wish I was there too.
Well it’s after 10 now so I’ve really got to get to work. It’s 10:15 now and I still have got to get to work. I really don’t feel like a darn thing. I’m going down quite a lot in ranks because of that too. I don’t care. My ranks are still pretty good. I can’t be smart all the time. Too much work and not enough Thelma. Well goodnight sweetheart.
I love you,
Jim
x’s for jr.