Dart writes a newsy letter in response to several he’s received from Dot. He has no sage advice for her regarding the job offer from Mrs. Miller. He says it’s strictly her decision, but if she takes it, he hopes the Millers will spend their time at home if he ever gets back to Greenwich. “I probably won’t ever get there during the war, but if I manage to survive, I’ll most surely come there, especially if we still love each other so much.”

He would like to get to New Hampshire someday so he can learn to use that canoe. He can’t imagine a more charming instructor that Dottie herself.

A detailed description of last weekend’s liberty followed. He and Leffman went into ‘Frisco. They bought tickets for a show later that evening and then went over to Oakland to see that city  in the daylight. Let’s just say his opinion of the town was not improved after his second impression.

Before going to the show, Dart got an invitation to a dinner at the home of one of the girls from that party a few weeks ago. He went, and later rejoined Leffman for the variety show.

He returned to the barracks for the night and headed back into San Francisco on Sunday afternoon with three friends. They went to Golden Gate Park to soak up some welcomed sunshine. While there, they decided to rent some bikes which they rode for a couple of hours. All those hills lead to some pretty achy muscles the next day. The bike ride also gave Dart’s back (surgical scar) the most serious workout it has had for months.

They took a trolley to the Pacific and back to Market Street for supper. While they were standing on the corner waiting for an interurban car to take them out to San Mateo, they decided to play their Tonettes and “sweet potatoes” to pass the time. Just before the car came, a man crossed the street to tell them he’d enjoyed listening to them play. “I play a little guitar myself,” he said. “Why not come over to my house and we can jam for a bit.” Forsaking San Mateo, they went with the man. “Imagine a quartet of those queer little whistles accompanied by a guitar,” he writes. Thanks, I think I’d rather not.

He tells about the four of them standing on the open platform of the train, playing some more lively tunes while the conductor lady jitterbugged in the aisle. I’m ashamed to see that he used a racially charged obscenity in this story, so completely unlike the father I knew. But I guess we’ve covered that ground before. It’s simply proof that people can mature and improve with age and sensitivity.

Temperatures that day rose to a season record high of 83 in ‘Frisco and 89 in Oakland. Treasure Island remains cooler.

A few brief lines is all Dot can manage, with her job and preparing meals for her dad.

She’s eager to get to the lake, even though her mother says the winds are so fierce they may blow her over. Dot has decided to try to get some fishing in while there, hoping to break her four -foot record catch. Then she adds, “Don’t be taken in my by fish story.”

She tells Dart not to work too hard, that she hopes his sore throat is completely gone and that she loves him.