Jan. 22, 1944

Dearest Jack,

Time out from poster making to write to my “sweet one”. Just about finished one like this:

[picture drawn of dance card with the words “Have you filled yours out?” for the junior prom on Feb. 12 from 8:30-12]

“Ain’t” I the original one? You wouldn’t know that exams start next Monday with all the “choice” playing going on. Then the bridge bug is strictly on. This afternoon I’m going to start studying and really “bear down”. Cross your fingers starting Tuesday and don’t uncross them until Sat. I’ll send down some Sloan’s Liniment for the camps.

Next week-end I’m going to buzz down to N.E. to visit Liz (my roommate).

I wish you could arrange to “cut” classes Friday and Sat? Can’t you get sick or go home to visit your sick grandmother?

I think I can even get you a ride from Atlanta leaving Friday morning. Oh! Latima why don’t you quit nagging him? Can’t you see Uncle Sam doesn’t play that way? Guess I won’t give up until the last man is out.

I guess the joke was on me last night. I’ve been pulling these loaded cigarettes on people. You know, on the first drag they go bang! Well! I thought there would be a small time riot in the tower room when I forgot and pulled the trick on myself. Guess bad little gals always get “spanked”.

What are you doing in school now? I don’t believe you’ve written me the details. You say you will be there until March?

Well, darling, my stomach is calling for lunch so I must be off.

Thanks for trying to come anyway. I’m still praying that you will write back that you can make it, but don’t worry I understand.

Love,

Ruth