41 Love Letters R. H. Swinney to Ruth Erlanger, 1934

August 15, 1934

Letter 6

Filed under: The Letters — R. H. Swinney @ 5:56 pm

Sweetheart,

It was with great disappointment to me to find no letter from you waiting when I came home a few moments ago. I do prize and look forward to them so much.

Dr. West left last night for Wisconsin. I surely hated to see him go, and shall miss him a lot. At any rate it is cloudy here—trying to rain—everyone is gone, and for the first time in years I am so lonely that I don’t know what to do with myself. If we could only be together.

Are you having a good time in the mountains? How are the horses? Be sure not to get thrown, or to fall over a cliff. How is the dish-washing and cooking job progressing? or are you still at the hotel?

My work is going along slowly. We have changed the method so often that I spend nearly all my time preparing reagents, but everything is about straightened out so that it will be possible to get something done shortly.

The office is taking applications for C.W.A. jobs next year, so I put in mine today. Perhaps it will help take us west next summer.

Did you know Miss Dickson, who did some work in the Bact. Dept.? Well, she and Kenneth Jensen, a class mate of mine, got married a week or two ago. Also Dr. Muckenfuss went off the deep end with the widow of some M.D. who died a while back following a monkey bite. I forget the name. ((The unfortunate physician was Dr. William Bartlet Brebner, 1903–1932. Brebner was seeking a cure for infantile paralysis when he received the fatal bite in his lab at New York University.)) There is no other gossip which I can recall just at the moment.

Please try to find a way of setting the calendar ahead in order that I may see you sooner my dearest. There are few moments during the day when you are not in my thoughts. Who would have thought the selfish cynical old bachelor of the class could have been so changed? But then look what it took to change him. Oh my darling you are so lovable that I fail to see how anyone could resist your charms.

The rain is falling by the bucketfuls now, but clinic is calling so I must stop.

Always, dear, remember that

I love you
Harold

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