6/28/39
Toots:
Whoosh! Am I tired. I went swimming last night and the night before, and they were both cold nights, so I got plenty bushed.
Today sounds like a typical hard luck story. It is funny now, but I was fit to be tied a couple of times. I started out by taking two hours of data, only to find that the dial on the signal generator had been slipping during the entire two hours. I had to practically rebuild the generator first, and then run a calibration on it, as the old curve no longer applied. Then, just after lunch, the battery died. There were no more batteries in the meter room. I switched to another generator, and found that its performance was not reliable. Then I found that I had to redesign an entire section of the circuit, necessitating removing one of the coils and rebuilding it several times. Socket wrench with which I remove the coils broke during this.
Finally got out at four thirty. I then stopped at the stationers to get my new paper and envelopes. After waiting for half an hour, they said that they wouldn’t be finished for another three-fourths of an hour. They were supposed to have been done yesterday. When I got home, I found the other pair of pants to my suit, without the extra cloth that I requested. Also a card saying that scout meeting had been moved up from Friday to Thursday. Rushed out to meet Carl Mesle for dinner. He is the assistant scout executive for the Camden area, and quite a nice chap. Iowa State grad. After dinner, which was good, I came home to do some work. Promptly fell asleep on the davenport. What a man.
Gee, Darling, I’m afraid no one could ever take your place for even a minute. You’re awfully part of me.
The RCAM is suggesting a little overtime. I shall put it in an hour earlier in the mornings, but I want my Saturdays free if I can keep them that way. Incidentally, I think I have next Monday off, giving me a four day holiday.
Have a couple of new books, which I know you will enjoy. Once, How to Run a Bassoon Factory, is a scream. It is a parody on modern big business. The other, The Old Time Saloon, is by George Ade, an old Boilermaker. Both are funny. Incidentally, 39 cent editions, marked down from $1.25 and $1.50 respectively. I see a book I want, and wait a couple of months, and sure enough, it pops up in the bargain counter. I’ve bought about 30 bucks worth of books since I arrived and actually had to pay only approx. $6 for them.
One of my friends said last night, “Gee, I wish Marty would get here—you need a good spanking.” So you see, I’m not the only one out here who wants you!
Lots of love, Cy.