3/20/39
Camden, NJ
Darling:
Letter-heads weren’t ready so you will have to wait a bit. Maybe tomorrow. I felt like clubbing the guy. He had them set up wrong and everything. I specified type about 1/16 inch high max and he had it about 3 times that size. Looked like a billboard or something.
Spent yesterday morning sleeping and read all afternoon. Put in about 400 pages of The Way Of A Transgressor, by Negley Farson. It is interesting—library book. Biography of a fellow who sold munitions during the last war—to Russia—and had a pretty good time of it. Apparently modern youth are behind the times. Some of his description made me want my darling awfully badly.
I seem to be getting more solidly established at the RCA. So far, I have heard no adverse criticism of my work. I may have to go to school out here, because the thought of going back to some of the putrid associations there (P.U.) is most repulsive to me. I knew too much about the filth and petty squabbles down there to have much respect for the place. Boy, what a way to talk about one’s alma mater. Penn State in Philly might be a good place to do it.
Keep me posted on the fronts of our various activities. I didn’t get a letter from you today, so I hope I shall get one tomorrow. I sort of live from one to the next.
Found a letter from JH and one from Willy this afternoon. I believe you know what was in both of them. Not much excitement. I am enclosing an answer to Bill’s as I am out of envelopes.
This isn’t much of a letter, honey child, but I guess it will have to do. I am tired as usual, and very lonesome. You’re being a very brave little girl, and I hope that I can someday show you how much I appreciate the way you stick things out for me. Years from now, when we have completely come out of this beautiful mess we’ve made of our lives, we shall be thankful no end that we had each other to depend on. Gotta eat, darling. Wish you were sitting across the table from me.
Your lil’ boy. Cy.