15 March 1945
Hello
darling,
Tis
Thursday afternoon, and things are muchly quiet around the advertising office,
for all copy is in and proofed for tomorrow’s paper. This is a new system, for
can’t you remember how big a day Thursday used to be when we were a-courtin’?
By the
way, I have a very new account—one of Lang’s saleswomen has opened a store of
her own down across from Sam Meyer’s—and I write her ads. I’ve really got a
deal, for she doesn’t know anything about advertising except that she wants
good-looking ads—so little Emil writes the whole ad without showing copy or
proof—and so far, she’s been most pleased with my results. Each week, I’m
sending you a Friday paper, marked with my ads—so please be sure to look for
Brant’s ad—it’s always on page 2. I’m so darned glad I don’t have to bother
with Lang’s, Rapport’s and Yorkins that it isn’t funny—for as you know, they
were certainly headaches. I have about 25 accounts—and therefore am not so
rushed as I used to be when I had about 40 or 50.
Before I
forget, Timmy Mears and Elizabeth Stoner were married March 8—he just finished
midshipman’s school in New York and is to report March 18 for primary training
at Dallas. He’s an ensign, of course—their wedding was the same day he got his
commission. Personally, I’d give my eye teeth to be in Dallas now, wouldn’t
you?
Gee,
we’ve had elegant weather this week—in fact, yesterday and today have been warm
enough to just wear a suit when going outstide—and I’ve already stopped wearing
stockings. By the way, darleeng, you will be pleased to learn that my hips have
gone down 6 inches (!) and are not only 2 inches oversize You see, your hips
are supposed to be 10 inches larger than your waist—and my waist is 28, my hips
40. I guess I just needed to stop eating my good cooking! Seriously though, I
feel much better—for I was beginning to get a trifle on the self-concisou side,
if you know what I mean. So you see, when you come home, you’ll be greeted by a
slim, svelt little wife—oh happy day.
Not much
in the way of news, for I’m getting to be an early-to-bedder (also
alone-in-bedder, damn it!)—Tuesday night, Ruth and I came back to the office
for about 3 hours to read some legal copy—last night, I did some ironing and
mending and shoe cleaning and some reading in bed—I’m reading “Anna and the
King of Siam”, which is not too bad—earlier this week I finished “Earth and
High Heaven”, which I like very much. Uncle Mass gave the two books to me last
weekend.
Tonight,
Ruth and I are going to have dinner together and then go to see “Standing Room
Only”, one of the pictures you and I missed seeing somehow. I suppose you’ve
been seeing any number of good pictures, provided you haven’t been too busy
with other things, such as weather or action. I still haven’t gotten a
letter—but today Adm. Nimitz issued a communiqué from Guam—the first in a long
time—so I’m hoping that the mails will start coming through again in a week or
so. I suppose you know that Iwo was declared officially captured
yesterday—though, of course, there are still Jap snipers operating. The price
for that island has been terrific, I hate to think of the casualty lists that
are going to be released in a few days.
Honestly,
I’m just dying to get a letter from you—for my curiosity—and anxiety—is getting
to be terrific. Besides, it irks me to know you’re doing things I don’t know
about. Fiddle faddle, I certainly wasn’t mean to be a career gal, I can see
that. You should see me linger longingly at household displays in the
stores—and peruse recipes in the magazines—just like a thoroughly domesticated
old biddy.
That
reminds me—I found out today that I shall be able to get all the gas I need to
return to Calif.—as long as I specify a change of residence. Of course, I won’t
be able to bring the car back to Penna… but then that’s the idea—to get on the
Coast and stay there. Of course, when you come back, you can take the car any
place you are ordered. At present, I’m figuring tentatively on leaving sometime
in September—after the hot weather. And there’s another point—when you come in,
always contact Bob and Inez as to my whereabouts, for they’ll always know where
I am.
I’m
thinking of transferring our bank account from the Citizens to the Washington
Trust—for the latter has safe deposit boxes available, while the latter has
been expecting some new ones for 2 years. Of course, I’m just thinking—but
don’t let it stop you from sending your signature home so that we can have a
joint account.
Nana is
still doing all right—though she’s been having a little stomach trouble of
late—I’ve been going out each night and getting dinner—tonight I’m going to leave
here at 4:30 and not have dinner with her, so that I can get back about 5:30 or
so to have dinner with Ruth.
Our
anniversary present came today—from Bob and Inez—the pictures of Peter and
Charlotte—and they’re very lovely—and you can bet your boots I’m going to bring
‘em along—they’ll probably turn out like our blue vases and Angel Pedro.
Tis most
4:30—so I must hie me off to Nana’s. Various and sundry people have said to
tell you hello—George, Judy, Joe and Mr. Day—
Take
good care of you—write me volumes of letters—and be a good boy (that, I think,
is a good crack)—all of my kisses and my love,
Yours,
Emil and
Penny