3/31/39
Darling girl:
This is going to be a lousy letter for I am rather tired. The enclosure gives most of the material which I was going to write anyhow. I thought it better to send you a copy of JH’s letter than vice versa.
I have been treating you horribly on the mail business. This week has been terrific. I’m trying to get a set together at the plant. Each little part is a trying problem, for there are many more things to consider than on a regular home set. Then, I have worked until nearly midnight every night trying to get some material in shape to present to Doc Aiken for his comments. Maybe my method is too long, but I think it is correct and that may be worth a lot. If things work out ok, it should save about half a day’s work on each new design. But I want to be sure before presenting it to the RCA.
Rejection slip arrived from the Post yesterday—guess I already told you that.
I shall probably mail the book tomorrow morning. It is already packed and addressed.
I haven’t written to Nena yet and I really should. Tell her I love her. Ask Chucky if he doesn’t owe me a letter.
I can just visualize you staggering around in the dark picking glass out of your hide. Boy, that would be a picture.
The bookcase is the nuts. It is quite plain, about four feet high and 2 ½ wide. It has four shelves, one of which has an adjustable height. I shall shellac it, and we can do anything we want to do with it later.
Gee I hope the x-ray and vaginal check-up come out ok. But you’re still mine either way, and don’t try to convince me otherwise.
Honey, this letter is awful. I shall have to stop and eat. Maybe I will feel better during the week-end, although I have about a week’s work to do during those two days.
Your husband, Cy.