This letter from Dart has an ominous statement in the first paragraph. He says he is behind in his correspondence because he’s been feeling lousy all day. I get nervous when that happens because I wonder what ailment will befall him next.

His bed has been moved a dozen feet or so and now he is among “college types” like pilots, cadets, etc. They are having a lively discussion tonight on the future state of astronomy, so he cuts his letter short and sends Dot his love.

Dot is racing to get her letter finished before dinner so her friend can mail on her trip to the post office. She’s planning to try an experiment by sending her Thursday letter Special Delivery on Friday morning so that Dart will receive it on Saturday. She really wants him to get mail every day.

She sent Dart a photo of his favorite “pin-up” girl, Katharine Hepburn. She tells him he can swoon over the picture 24 hours every day, as long as he gives Dot at least one minute of his thoughts.

Then she tells him at at the end of the Fred Waring show every night at 10:15, she thinks about Dart, wondering if he’s sleeping, how his day went, if he thinks about her. She asks that he join her in her moment of meditation to see if there’s anything to this mental telepathy thing.

Well, she didn’t finish the letter in time to get it mailed, but she sends her love, nonetheless.