4/31-5/1/39 What is it?*
Precious:
How’s my darling?
Gee, Baby, I wish you never had to miss me again. Your letter was quite pathetic, but I know how you felt and I am awfully sorry that I can’t have you with me as soon as things clear up. Little Girl, if it ever gets too bad, why don’t you telephone me and reverse the charges? Make it “person to person” and from someplace in Chi where a record of the person calling would not be kept, like from Fritz and Dottie’s. So long as I have any savings you are welcome to at least that much of them.
I am not going to mail this until tomorrow, for a letter a day would look bad at this time. I shall probably write every day and combine two letters in one envelope.
I wrote to Dr. Maynard and asked for an appointment in the next three weeks.
Those darling pictures of Bill and Jo’s infants nearly caused a riot over the week-end. I sent them off to Jack for her inspection, and they returned Saturday. I put them in my coat pocket along with my wallet. When I was paying for my lunch at Pohle’s Tea Room, I took out my wallet and they also came out. They have already seen those snaps of you, the two I carry with me (one of the new waitresses got a funny idea about a date once, and I thought that would be a good way to squelch it—the girl later left, but the squelching was most complete—she came out and said she couldn’t compete with a girl that cute). So when they saw Better dark and Jimmy light, they put two and two together. Of course, I was sufficiently flattered not to correct them. I don’t think they have yet figured out whether or not I am married. When asked, I just blushed and said something to the effect that it was yet customary when increasing the population. Oh, me. Do I have fun.
Am I getting extravagant. I finally bought a Little Ben. It is black with white face and chrome finishing. The old one is in the drawer and yet makes more noise than Benny does on the table top. I thought of an electric one for future use, but they sometimes stop—and I could afford that now.
Darling I am awfully lonesome, but this little conversation with you helps a lot. I’ll see you about this time tomorrow, and then I’ll drop both into the mail.
Later: I’ve written letters to Mom and Maw, and now I remember some more things for my precious girl.
While reading last night, I listened to WMAQ. Honestly, darling, I got a big kick out of realizing that those old signals were coming from a spot within five miles of where my wife was sleeping.
I sent John $20 yesterday and put another $20 into Postal. That brings the savings up to $50 and the debt down to $133. I hope to be able to clean it up by the end of June.
My last check had 85 cents deducted from it, so perhaps I am already in the set-up described in the enclosed booklet. I probably signed up for it when I registered at the employment office. 85 cents is the amount of the first deduction, 50 for membership and 35 for monthly dues.
Darling, the old typing is pooing out, so I shall stop again.
Your husband, Cy.
*I’m sure Buddy added an extra day to April for humorous effect.