5/24/38
W. Lafayette, In.
Hi Honey:
I hope it rained up there Monday. If you were half as tired as I was, you were practically dead. Of course, I didn’t get but 2 hours sleep Friday night and only 3 on Saturday, so I should have been in pretty bad shape.
The bus got here at dawn, and it was raining. I couldn’t get to sleep on the bus as I was too busy thinking over the events of the day. No regrets on this end of the line at all.
Thanks for one of the swellest days I’ve ever had in my life. You were grand, and I’ll never forget it. It yet seems more like a glorious dream than a reality.
The check from Radio has arrived, but it is so darned small that I won’t be able to pay you back until the first. If you need the money, though, just holler, and I’ll borrow it from one of the fellows here. I only got $10 for the article. Apparently fiction doesn’t pay so well.
The local affair is dying a natural death. I’m certain that there is no danger of a repetition of the Marge affair, although I shall feel better when I don’t see her any more.
No word has been received from the Army, and I’m afraid that that plan of action is out. If I don’t hear from them by the end of the week, I shall go ahead with other plans. Due to the Hayworth angle, I feel that the Los Angeles job is best if I can wing it. Marge hears too much of me through Johny Huntoon now without adding to things by working with Don. Of course, I may have to take anything I can get and be thankful for it.
Somewhere in the haze that is my recollection, I seem to remember hearing Nena ask me to tell you to drop her a line and let her know what the score finally turned out to be. Use your own judgment.
I feel better balanced emotionally than I have for the past two years. If you write to me before you receive this letter, wait until you have received my answer to your letter before answering. I shall answer immediately, and that will straighten us out so that we won’t be both writing at the same time.
88’s Cy