4/22/39
Darling:
Boy, have I been rushed this week! First Fritz and then dinner with Al, and then I am about to leave for Aikens.
I finally located Ret yesterday and had a nice ten minute conversation with him. Apparently he and Aiken are to each other as Johny and I. He was terribly busy, but didn’t hesitate to ask me to sit down. He is going to call me and make a luncheon date with me sometime next week. I hope he doesn’t forget, but that is his privilege. Aiken warned me that he would be brief and business-like, but I found him a most pleasing sort of person.
To add to the general rush, I have been trying to finish up some calculations to present to Doc for his comments. I got them far enough advanced last night so that I shall at least know of what I am speaking, as well as have figures to prove it.
Speaking of the latter, I think I shall write an article on graft in graphs. I made an analysis of the different ways of making graphs lie when I was in school, and this information should be most valuable to a business-man’s magazine. I also hatched up the plot for another short-story last night, which I must work on. All in all, Darling, your little boy is as busy as a cat trying to surprise a bird on a tin roof.
I finished The Horse and Buggy Doctor last evening and found it an interesting book. I am debating whether or not to buy a copy for us, but the state of the exchequer is prohibitive.
For once it looks like I might have nice weather for a week-end. I am wearing my gray suit and shall offset this by carrying the raincoat. It seems funny to be wearing this without seeing palm trees. I associate it with Florida, as I wore it more in that state than anyplace else.
I found a hanky in the pants of my oxford gray suit. This in itself is not worth of note. But since it had some of your lip-stick on it, the situation was entirely changed.
One would logically think that the longer we are apart, the less dependent we will become upon each other. In practice, it seems to work the other way. Your letters have much more to do with the quality of the work I turn out than does the weather, the amount of sleep I had the previous week, or any other normal cause. I yet believe that there is only one answer. Let’s hope it doesn’t take too long.
Gee! The bottom already. I have ten minutes to meet the man who is driving me up. Good –bye Precious, see you when I get back. Cy.