November 8^th, 1942

Dear Blitz:

Well here we are again! After that masterpiece of yours we decided to send you one too. I’ll have to give it to you that you are improving in your letter writing. Don’t worry about your throat Johnny, after all I eked your writing Jean and I assure you that it is all right.

Ed was writing this but he gave out after one paragraph so I’m taking over. This letter won’t be as cheerful as the other one because we’re feeling kind of low. Ed has to report for induction on the 28^th, and neither of us is very happy over it. I hope the army will agree with me that he isn’t physically able to be a soldier because I don’t think he is. I guess it is selfish and I ought to be more patriotic but I don’t want him to go. Booker had his physical yesterday and now he is a lucky 4-F. They turned him down because of his knee.

We bowled against your church Friday night and beat ‘me good. They’re first place in the league and we are about fifth. We beat them two out of three games anyway. They’re a good bunch of bowlers, but as far as looks go, it was some crew.

As for that application in O.C.S. we both hope you make it. The life of a private in the army isn’t worth a plugged nickel. (It’s Ed writing again.) When I get in the army I will be lucky if I ever get to be a first-class Pvt. It just wouldn’t be my luck to get anything whether or not I tried for it, I will probably go in B.P. (buck private) and come out B.P., if and when!

That letter of yours amazes me. Such wonderful typewriting. Don’t worry—you know practice makes perfect, they say. Our letters aren’t witty. They are just crazy like Jean. There’s no sense to them just like Jean. We had forgotten about such a thing as moral when we wrote you that joke. We will think (?) twice next time.

I told you that Mo was serving a sentence—well he is doing it at Camp Maxey down in Texas—down where the pretty women come from.

As for Jean tearing herself to part at work, well really she never has. She loafs from one end of the day to next and occasionally she sticks someone. It’s a lie about her working. She was trying to get hold of this thing just now to say it’s a lie, but I have my doubts. I think he is mean, don’t you? Agree with him. [It is noted that the couple was fighting over the typewriter here]

As for football this weekend, it wasn’t so good again. U. of R. lost to V.P.I. 16-7. Don’t it awful? Next week is the big week end, that is, the week that J.M. will beat T.J. Jean says you won’t like that and neither does her. But I believe it’s the truth. Yesterday T.J. lost to a team 25-0 that J.M. beat 12-0. Of course that doesn’t always mean much in this game, but I do believe that J.M. should win. I believe she is right much stronger than T.J. since T.J. hasn’t won but one game this year and J.M. hasn’t lost any but tied once. Unless something unusual happens J.M. should win by a couple of touchdowns. Oh well, May the best J.M. team win.

Well I don’t believe there is anything else to say right now so I guess we will sign off and play some checkers. Jean says I shouldn’t say that because it isn’t nice.

Love and kisses,

Jean and Ed

P.S. How do you like this snazzy paper! Ed said he asked you that last time—I didn’t even remember using this before.