
Wednesday Noon
Estel dear –
Am ready for our daily communion at the Cleveland. Why oh why, don’t you come rushing in, – say you are sorry to be late, – ask my how long I have been waiting, – and snuggle under my arm while we are headed for Monacos to lunch? I can close my eyes, - and I have -, and see your dear self next to me - and can hear your sweet voice – and your inimitable chuckles!
Sweet, will you promise to chuckle for me when you return? You are so adorable when you smile. Your face lightens, your eyes twinkle, and – oh gee I just thrill all over! You will smile when you return and be happy – I hope.
Am going to have to wait until I can read the letter I so want to receive. It will bring your answer to my Sunday letter. I was hoping that you would have written Monday nite and mailed it so I could have had the letter before leaving for work this morning. As usual my luck was away on its vacation! As we are going to see “Lightnin” tonite I am staying down town and will not get your letter until late. I don’t know how I will be able to sit through the performance knowing that “you” are waiting home for me. I would skip home at five only I have to remain at the office until show time. Will send you a detailed report later.
Charley called on you! I thought you weren’t going to have any dates while you were gone. And to add to it – there had to be two men. Worse and more of it! I received a card from my prodigal room mate and expect him home tomorrow. I hope that the weather warms up as my top coat isn’t nearly as comfortably warm as his.
The weather has been miserable. At least it has been such as to make everyone else miserable. IT has been cold and raining for the past three days. The house has been damp and about the only comfortable place to go is to bed. I have been getting plenty of sleep. I am not leading nearly as wild a life as you seem to believe. I have not had a date nor have I danced since you have been away. The last time I danced was the nite we were at Willies with the gang, the snakes, the love thermometer, and the grouch! That was the nite that you decided that you wouldn’t go with me and I was, —- well I was!
Newsboys are rushing around and ruining any chance they might have of singing grand opera by screaming out the tidings that Leopold and Loeb are going to work life. There should be a law against printing such glaring headlines. They must be in ten inch letters. Why even the blind man in front of our building could read them, – any he never went to school in his life. I am glad that the poor kids are not to be hanged. I don’t know why, but I have always felt rather sorry for them. THey are probably not insane, but still they certainly have some peculiar mental twist that would cause them to act as they did. Work will be a sufficient punishment for them. – What did i ever to deserve my lot?
Received my alumni application for football tickets, an am wondering whether I will get to use any of them. George and Rose are to be in Pittsburg at Thanksgiving for the Pitt-Pen State game. Perhaps if we save our pennies we could get to go down to meet them. Wouldn’t it be fun? Of course it is only a hazy dream – but still we never thought that we could get to make our Youngstown trips together. There is always a formal at our Pitt house that nite so I see a real trip if we find some unexpected riches.
Well, sweet, I must rush back to work.
L
L
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