Dart sends a one-page letter today. “It’s awful late, I’m awful tired, and I’m awful lonesome for a girl named Dot, so won’t you please be satisfied with a little note? … I hope to go to church in the morning, so maybe it’d be best for this to end here but it’s just like when we want to say good night. It takes us 25 minutes, 35 repetitions, 45 false starts 55 (dozen) kisses, and lots of hand-holding to get the simple task finished.”

“Good night, Dearest. Tonight Mother and I discussed who’d be my best man. I don’t know yet. I was looking at furniture ads in the Shopping News today. Won’t be long before we’ll be looking at them in earnest. A thousand times, I love you.”