5/11/39 Original letter:
My Precious Little Wife: –Hi Toots!
Gee, I feel better! That was the most enjoyable four minutes I’ve spent for years.* [In the left margin is a drawing of a sad face], “Me—an hour ago.”
When I got your letter, I was simultaneously struck with chills, rheumatism of the brain, and a combination of palsy and St. Vitus dance. Outside of these minor symptoms, I had more serious complications. The waste-basket is now full of letters which I am glad I didn’t send. I knew that if I talked to you for a minute or so it would all be straightened out. It’s all straightened out, and we scarcely mentioned dates.
Well, precious, I wouldn’t feel very well about it, even with my best friends, for they have all shown a tendency towards more than a fraternal interest in you, hi. So just charge it up to your selfish husband, and forget it for a while. Beware of wolves—even not in sheep’s clothing—about the first of next month. Hi, Andy!
The RCA is going to make money tomorrow, for it will be the day after the first night’s sleep I’ve had in years. You were so pleasantly surprised and so much fun to talk with.
For Pete’s sake! I didn’t tell you I love you! Boy, I’ll have to get up on my toes if I expect to keep a swell girl like you—and never talk anything but shop. But you knew what I meant when I called you, so I won’t call you back tonight.
As for our plans—and I didn’t say your’s—the set-up is as follows. First, I want you to clean up your little situation there without help if you can, for I know that it will help the old complex. But don’t forget that I am ready and willing to pitch in when I am able. But I don’t want you to get all upset emotionally by trying to continue this unnatural arrangement of ours, for too long. Second, I have $133 left to pay JEF. I shall put $40 in savings and the same in payment to him per month. In 1 ½ months I shall have enough in savings to pay off the balance, which I shall then do if the coast looks clear. Then it is $80 per month away until fall clothes—new suit and topcoat—make a dent into things. But if we don’t have too much from 323 Wis.,** we can probably swing things our way by next year. I’ll know by then how permanent my job is. With this schedule, if we can swing a job for you anytime after Sept. 1, it should be safe to move you out.
Big plans, darling, but I love you and must make and keep them. God knows how, but we can at least try. I’ve accomplished a couple of “impossibles” already. Thanks for giving me a new grip on life with your little “I love you” tonight. [Drawing of happy face in left margin], “Me now”
The one & only, loving you. Cy.
P.S. My vaca forget it.
*They talked on the phone.
**Cy is referring to his parents by their address.