Ruth darling,
The long-expected letter from home came this morning in the same mail with your letter from Pueblo. Mother said she had written you, so you must know by now what she thinks of developments—at least if she told you what she told me. The whole family fell in love with the pictures of you—mother said my youngest brother did to such an extent that he was likely to try and cut me out if I ever brought you close to home. She also said she was sure that she would like you, and that she hoped that you would feel the same way toward both her and the other members of the family. I knew, sweetheart, that they couldn’t resist even the small portion of your charm and loveliness which is apparent in a picture.
My poor little girl had a hard trip, didn’t she? But now that you are in the mountains where it is cool you can rest—an sleep!—to your heart’s content. If I could only be there with you, darling. It seems a long wait, but it is a glorious thought that after next June we shall always be together. I know that I shall be happy, yet I still can’t think of it without experiencing a sort of feeling of awe and reverence—that may sound queer, but it is true nevertheless.
Dr. West and I went to the ball game yesterday—just to see the Cards lose a double-header ((Saturday, August 12, 1934, at Sportsman’s Park III: Chicago Cubs 7, St. Louis Cardinals 2 and Chicago Cubs 6, St. Louis Cardinals 4. Despite Harold’s disappointment, the Gashouse Gang would go on to win the 1934 World Series in seven games against the Detroit Tigers.)) while the brothers Dean ((Hall-of-Famer Dizzy Dean and his younger brother Paul. The day after the games attended by Harold, the brothers would make the news for refusing to travel to Detroit for an exhibition game against the Tigers. The day after that, the brothers would be suspended, and Dizzy charged for ripping up two uniforms.)) both got batted off the mound. Dr. West is leaving tomorrow night for Oconomowoc, after which event this place will certainly be deserted.
No, there was no beating administered by means of mental telepathy, but if that (mental telepathy) would work neither your finger nor your lips would lack for kisses, for “All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you,” ((From “All I Do Is Dream of You,” by Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown. Featured in the 1934 film, Sadie McKee.)) darling. The Corporation is even paying for the time during which this is being written.
Now turn (in thought, at least) your ear close to my lips while I whisper,
I love you Ruth,
Harold