6/22/39
Darling:
You’re a precious child, and I love you.
So you hope I’m not worryin’. Well, I’m not, but I’m sure going to hit the ceiling if anything goes wrong. I’m saving up my energy just in case it should be needed. Darling, wire me when it is definitely established that wpk* no longer has any string on you. I wouldn’t say it in so many words. You might wire that the “market opened strong.” When that market opens, honey, the bidding from Camden is going to be something terrific.
You bad, bad girl. What did you buy me? Now you’ve got me worried. I won’t have any fingernails by the time things get cleared up. Nice going on the rings. I haven’t much chance for such window shopping, and wouldn’t know what I wanted anyhow. We’re going to try to get that out of the way by the end of this year at the latest, and I shall try to wing it sooner.
Hit the pool again before supper tonight. I am gradually getting back some of the old zip. If it doesn’t get some sunshine out here soon, I shall probably poo out of poo-numonia. Another six weeks and I’ll have enough tan so that you can tell where the shorts begin. It is not sunny out here, it is just hot and sticky.
Went to see Mutiny on the Bounty last night. I have just missed seeing it several dozen times, and was glad that I finally nailed it down. I’ll be people would like to kill me, for every time they had a particularly morbid scene, and everyone was uncomfortable, I would see something funny and laugh. The story was fair and the acting was superb.
I’ve hit the hay before ten all but one night this week. How’s that for being a good boy? Also, only two beers this week.
Blen wrote me a nice letter today. It was encouraging. She is going to be in Chi this summer part of the time.
Well, darling girl, here’s hoping everything turns out alright. It simply must. From your infant, Cy.
*William P. Kennedy