June 4, 1942

Dear Old Slug:

            Well here I am again! I haven’t got anything to do except study for a Philosophy exam – so I will start a letter to you.

            I have had all of my exams now except the one mentioned above. I had dear old economics today and Lord only knows how I came out. That is, the Lord and Dr. Madlin. I’m so dizzy with studying, I can’t see straight. I studied about 12 hours for English, about 8 for German, about 6 for economics, 2 for sociology, and I doubt if I will study at all for philosophy.

            By the way, did you know your secret agent has been made the president of the band for next year – oh, boy – you should have seen that handsome picture in the News Leader. Now they are afraid that they may not have a band next year because Sinclare is going to leave them.

            That must have been some experience about you and George Baliss. Kitty and the whole family nearly went wild over this too!

            About Charlotte’s address, it is 2812 Hawthorne Avenue. (S.N.: Keep ‘em Rolling – dice I mean!)

            Jean said that Latimer hasn’t gotten your second letter that you claimed to have sent. So don’t blame her too much.

            Say – the Web came out today and it has your picture – that handsome thing – in it. Maybe you are supposed to get one. Why don’t you write your pop and ask him to investigate the matter for you.

            It should be interesting to watch that game of checkers you are going to play with that woo – bucket you’re going to pick up.

            I think I am going to work sometime next week. A man down at the C&O called me today and wants to see me tomorrow. That means I’ll have to take a gosh darn bath.

            You never have said when you will come home for awhile.

            Our church softball team has won one out of three games – the only game I played was the one we won! Rah for me!

            Well enough for now, write soon

                                                                                    Your ole Sweetheart,

                                                                                                Ed