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Letter 40
September 18, 1934 – 7:20 pm
Ruth darling,
I don’t know why you missed getting a letter the day you wrote the note I received today. I surely wasn’t trying to punish you (if not getting one of these miserable things is a punishment). I’ve written every day until yesterday when I wrote twice. The first was burned, and the second torn [...]
Letter 39
September 16, 1934 – 10:05 pm
Ruth darling,
Unless my calculations are wrong this letter and four others are all that will reach you at Ouray before it is time for you to start home—and I’m glad. Not that I don’t like writing to you, but I like communicating with you in another way so much better, though there will be three [...]
Letter 38
September 15, 1934 – 7:47 pm
Sweetheart,
Today I took a sort of vacation, went downtown to do a little shopping, then saw Mae West’s latest, “Belle of the Nineties,” which is a sort of mediocre thing, not good enough to be good, and with most of the original rather clever lines censored I would guess.Just ten more days before I’ll be [...]
Letter 37
September 14, 1934 – 9:57 pm
My darling Ruth,
Your letter wasn’t delivered until the afternoon mail so I didn’t receive it before the exam although I shouldn’t have opened it at any rate. However, I’m afraid the warning would have had the effect of terrifying me ever so at any rate. If you feel better for having gotten said what you [...]
Letter 36
September 13, 1934 – 8:19 pm
Ruth darling,
Your card came today, and so I am still awaiting the answer to my letter of last Friday. Between that and the impending exam tomorrow afternoon I am reduced to a state of very nearly fear and trembling, most of which has been occasioned by my foolishness and impulsiveness. But my only hope in [...]
Letter 35
September 12, 1934 – 4:36 pm
Little sweetheart,
If your mother feels sorry for me on account of your ugly moods how much sorrier she should feel for you because of mine. For you do manage to be sweet to me in spite of everything, while I just let go and act as mean as can be. Your answer to that much-to-be-regreted [...]
Letter 34
September 11, 1934 – 7:14 pm
My darling Ruth,
And time goes on, otherwise nothing seems to change—not even my mood, for I remain in the depressed condition in which I’ve been for the past week. I don’t know why I tell you this, excepting that I want us to always be able to tell each other everything with ^the assurance of [...]
Letter 33
September 10, 1934 – 3:04 pm
Ruth darling,
Of course I don’t need a letter every day in order to know you love me, but I do like to be told every day—funny isn’t it? And as for your having to give up anything, you don’t have to give up a thing unless you want to. Love isn’t a demanding thing, it [...]
Letter 32
September 9, 1934 – 7:30 pm
My darling Ruth,
Perhaps I can write you a decent ^sort of letter today. For the last two or three days I’ve been so down-hearted, cross, and altogether disagreeable I haven’t even been fit company for myself, but since I have those spells once in a while you might as well find it out before it’s [...]