Sat. March 3, 1945
Dear Mary,
My luck
seems to be running low again. I haven’t had any mail for two days now. Hope I
have some tomorrow saying that you’ve had some mail. I know how you must feel.
Wish I could do something about it, Bum. I know you didn’t hear anything up to
Feb. 22. That was the date of the most recent letter I’ve had. I’m sure you
must have something by this time.
We had
quite an interesting picture tonight, “None But The Lonely Heart.”
It’s quite old, so more than likely you’ve seen it in Jamesburg. Cary Grant and
Ethel Barreymore had the leading parts. Sherholz was saying the story was written by the author of
“How Green was my Valley”. It was the same type of play, an attempt to show the
need for social reform. In this play, the scene was the London Slums,
I’ve had
more compliments on your good taste in choosing such a neat cigarette lighter.
Everyone admires it, and every time they do I get the old butterfly sensation
in my stomach. Hope I won’t have to wait too long to thank you properly for it.
When I first received it, guess I just took it for granted as I have with so
many of the wonderful things you’ve given to me. Being away for such a long
time makes them appear in a different perspective. Wish I could write what I
feel, Sweetheart; for some reason the words just won’t come to me. Guess the
best I can do is to ask you to wait ‘till I can tell you- words won’t be
necessary then, Bum.
I’m
enclosing the last of the pictures in this letter. I’ll send some more later-
so if Betty likes them, let her have them. I have another map and guidebook for
Guess
that’s about all the news for today Mish. I’ll put in a request for some cigars
and candy- just in case you have a package you want to send. It’s just in case
though. Night Darling, Spunky.
All our
love always
Frank
Please send some cigars and candy -
Frank