July 3rd, 1945
Dear Billy,
Hiya, honey chile! Incidently, I haven’t had any mail from you since your letter June 8th. Ain’t you shamed!
Heltie is home on furlough. He wasn’t supposed to come home until tonight, so we were pleasantly surprised when he came home last night. Inasmuch as he is home on furlough, he is entitled to extra gas so he is going to take dad’s car and go down to the ration board and see what he can get do. He thinks they will give him ten gallons. If they do, and Dad can get off on Thursday, we’re all going down to Atlantic City. I sure wish you could be with us, Billy.
Heltie stopped up to the tennis club today and took Bobby Fendick to lunch. I haven’t gotten all the news as yet, but Heltie did say Irene and Gordon Bell have a baby. Some time ago there was a rumor around that they were going to be divorced, so I’m glad it was just a rumor. I’ll get the rest of the news on the folks up at the tennis club and tell you all about it in my next letter.
We are having a newspaper strike here in New York, that is, the delivery men are on strike but the papers are still being printed and are for sale at the various newspaper plants. The lobby of our building is just like Grand Central so it’s crowded.
Mayor Laguardia always talks over the radio on Sunday at around noon and, believe it or not, he read the comics over the air last Sunday. Of course, I never listen to him but I certainly would have if I knew he was going to read the funnies. All the news commentators talked about it all day Sunday and said he laughed and yelled and did whatever the different characters were supposed to do. He said he thought it was very important for the people to know what was happening in the various comics and if the strike continued, he was going to hire someone to read them over the air every day. One thing I must say, you can always depend on the Mayor for the unexpected.
In the event some of your letters to me have gone astray, let me know whether you have received any of the following packages, 3/14, 5/11, 5/29, 6/6, or 6/15. Maybe you have received some of them and I just didn’t receive the letter in which you acknowledged them.
Bye for now, Honey Lamb, and happy Fourth of July. Let me know if you want anything special.
H.C. Meehan