1939 May 5 “A slight touch. . . of melancholy”

5/5/39

EVERYTHING IS OK.  I JUST WANT TO BE SURE THAT YOU GET SOMETHING OVER THE WEEK-END IN CASE THOSE EARLIER LETTERS GOT LOST.

Darling Girl:

You should have had a couple of letters by the time you wrote your last one.  Well, perhaps now that summer is almost here the Airmail will get back on its feet.

Rather silly of me, but now that you mention it I might as well admit that I seem to be in the same boat.  I doubt seriously if the Doc will find anything wrong with me other than worry and a slight touch (not slight enough for comfort) of melancholy.  Well, precious, it won’t last forever, and someday we can look back at it and laugh.

I feel most flat just now.  The CG* sent a delegation of their bigshots up to look over the work up to date.  They looked, acted and talked like school kids, and not one of them knew from nothing.  Well, such is life.  Just as I think I have a gentleman’s job, I find I am working for nitwits.  Damn it, precious.  We have to get that last year of school.  Then at least I can rest assured that even if I work with nitwits and imbeciles that I am not one myself.  I’m awfully sick of saying that I didn’t finish and I’m going to etc.  Nobody believes it and it is most unpleasant.

Today has been grand.  The sun has been out and the weather warm.  Tomorrow, unless it rains, I shall spend the afternoon playing baseball.  If I can get enough of that this summer, I shall forget the tennis and save the cost of a new racket.

I studied last night and the night before until midnight.  I shall try to do the same tonight.

My concrete story came back from the American Boy** today.  I am unhappy about it for in reading it over, I see how lousy it is.  My other one, which only went to NYC, hasn’t come back yet.  That means that it has at least gotten past the first reader—or lost in the mail.  Well, honey, I’ll make something out of me yet—even if it does take me half a lifetime to do it.  I don’t want to see you get stuck with another lemon.  One was enough for my little girl to live through.

Maw Huntoon wrote me a nice letter today.  I shall answer this week-end.  Cooper invited me to an Open House of the Drama Club also, but I’m too far to attend a GE*** function.

Love, forever, and all of it.  Cy

*Coast Guard

**See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_American_Boy_(magazine)

***Glen Ellyn