Dart’s room has become so cluttered and messy that it makes him tired just to look at it. The monster on his desk has piled things so high that all he has left is a wee corner on which to write this letter.

He’s sorry he missed her parents’ call tonight while he was working at the Skyline office.  Still, it makes him feel swell that they think enough of him to keep him informed of his fiance’s progress. How happy he is to hear that she’s recovering nicely. He suggests that if she keeps that up, maybe they can bowl a few lines the next time they see each other.

He may have been working at the magazine office, but his heart was in Greenwich Hospital. He and some others checked out the galley proofs while the editor and his assistant created a mock-up of the whole magazine. It’ll be ready for distribution in about a week and will contain 36 pages of articles, stories, essays and poetry.

He got a swell letter from Eleanor today and he hopes Dot will tell her how much he enjoyed getting it. Now the question is when he’ll have time to answer it. He’s been overcome by vacation brain and has left his homework until the last minute. “Back to the racks and salt mines. Chain hands to the oars. The Iron Maiden and the fingernail-extractors are standing by. Then come final exams!”

There is now a balance of $147.89 in his savings account for his tux rental, train trip and honeymoon expenses. That doesn’t include the penny account. He feels pretty good about all that.

“This is all for tonight, Darling. In case you’re interested, I love you very much. Does it help any to know that there’s a feller pulling for you as hard as you pulled for him?”

His PS asks the burning questions: When do you get up? When do you go home?