Dart’s letter is brief enough that I can just quote it here, practically verbatim.

“It’s 1:30 AM. Under most conditions, I’d be losing sleep, but today, I guess it’s different. This morning I awoke early, wound my watch, rolled over and went back to sleep. At noon I managed to lift my head from the pillow. Moving cautiously lest some quick movement burst my head into a million pieces, I dressed and ate lunch, read my mail and went back to bed. At supper time Mom called me to eat and I haven’t slept since then. I guess I’ll get up to take Pop downtown to the courthouse in the morning. I have some business there myself, and also there are some pictures waiting for me at the Eastman Kodak store.”

“Mother didn’t change the linen on my bed, which is okay with me. She asked me if it were okay and I said, ‘Yeah, I guess so. I think Dot is clean.’ I couldn’t let her know that I sort of* like the arrangement.”

“My feet was friz last night. They felt like clubs when I walked from the garage to the house.”

“Gee, Dot, I hope that all out kissing didn’t transfer my cold to you. I don’t see how it couldn’t help but do it, considering all the kinds of kissing we did. I’d feel awful if you got this horrid thing to mess up your finals. Gee, I haven’t even said ‘I love you’, or told you how much I love you. But that’d take forever. Good thing I’m yours forever.”

*” ‘Rather’ is the proper word here, if you’d rather stick to correct grammar.”

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Dot’s “letter” today is another postcard.

“Dear Mr. Peterson: Your lengthy (63 words) letter arrived this morning. Whatcha’ doin’? Competing with ‘Gone With the Wind?’ If so, most of it went with the wind on it’s way to Kent, cuz’ there sure wasn’t much left when it arrived here.”

“Found out a joyous piece of news today. I don’t have to come back to Kent ’til Tuesday, the 26th. My first class on Tuesday and Thursday isn’t until 2:00. Boy! I lead a hard life!”

“Gotta study phys sci now so I won’t make the same mess I made in basketball today. By the way, I got 90% on a biology test this morning. Must be a mistake. When Dr. Hobbs graded it, he looked at me, then back at the paper and said, ‘I’d better look at it again. That couldn’t be your paper!’ See you in less than 72 hours. 151 words and it’s only costing me a penny, yet! Love ya’!”

Do you think this young lady is excited at the thought of spending her long school break with Dart and his family? No, not much!