Dart reports that he “got religion” today, and spoke with Mr. Kershner about joining the church next Sunday. He also volunteered to deliver some church directories to people’s homes this week. Mr Kersher asked about Dot by name and told Dart what he didn’t need to be told – that Dot is a lovely person.

He’s still stewing about the flaw in his class schedule. If he can’t take photography in the evening, he’ll have to drop it, making him a part-time student and reducing his stipend from the GI Bill.

“There was an ad in Sunday’s Press for a college student to write part-time for the Cleveland edition of a national weekly. I answered the ad, in hopes that job would be something I’d like and could handle. It’ll probably be something like reading the court records for ideas for ‘True Confessions,’ or some equally inane job for an equally obnoxious rag. No harm in trying, though.” (His cynical mood does not seem to have lifted much since his last letter.)

He and Tom Reilly went downtown tonight. They saw a cheap movie, bought some cheap milkshakes, and had a nice time.

“Half the radio programs I heard today played music which reminded me of our two weeks together. Two weeks? Gee, it seems like two days, but it was just 12 hours less than three weeks! It seems, though like ages since you met me at Grand Central in your feeble attempt at surprise. Golly, now I’m looking for the next time. All my love is yours, Dot.”