Sweet one,
I think I’m going to be a misunderstood husband right from the start. You must think me a terribly straight-laced, or narrow, person. Of course I don’t object to your drinking of wine, but you said you were so sleepy from it, etc., that I was joking about your drinking so much as to [...]
My darling,
I’ve just run home, while some acids are acetylating, to get your letter. I’m going to be late tonight so shall scribble a note to you now, as one written after night clinic wouldn’t get away until tomorrow. It pleases me greatly every time a day ends while you are away because then your [...]
Little sweetheart,
For to me you will always be a little girl, and, my dearest, such a sweet little girl. Do you know that I have always been half afraid to touch you? You have made me feel as though you were—not exactly fragile, but like a delicate and precious thing with which great care should [...]
My darling Ruth,
It was a long wait over the week end without a letter from you, but getting three letters—and such sweet letters—today was recompense and to spare. The fact that you love me so really makes me afraid, dear heart. I know I’m not half good enough for you, and I am fearful that [...]
Ruth darling,
Ray Williams had me over to dinner this afternoon. The meal was good and the time passed pleasantly, but I wished I were with you instead. Today was lovely, cool, clear—in fact just about right for a walk with you; yet any day would be just about right if you were with me. That [...]
Little sweetheart,
I’m heartily in favor of abolishing Saturdays because there is only one delivery of mail then, and so your letter, which comes in the afternoon, has to wait (and I also) until Monday. So today there was no word from my darling, but then Monday will be a feast day as there will be [...]
The wisdom of professional advisors discounted. Mention of mines (sans miners!). Studies, perhaps.
A temperate remark (which will prove impolitic). Nobody expects the New Deal.
A bit of burglary bears meager spoils. Acetylation of linseed oil fares marginally better.
Atmospheric influences again work upon Harold’s humor. Joyriding secretaries, a widow at the altar, and another night at the opera.