Hi ya “Al-bert,”

I received your letter last week and was glad to hear from you.

You said you wrote to Jean last week. Well, she received your letter but was too sick to answer it. She just got out bed, so will you forgive her? Please ‘honey child.’

It’s too bad you can’t drink any beer. I have a glass right now. Want some? Nope can’t give you any. “You’re a miner.” Sorry.

Boy you’re in a pretty bad shape, eh. Now you can’t kiss and run away from the girls.

We had a party in the back of George’s last Friday. Two guys had it. There was only them Jean, and I and 4 other girls from down at work. We had a swell time.

What do you think, ‘darlin,’ Flassie Grinkle is getting married around the 20^th of Dec. to a guy in the army. He is 27 and she is 16. How do you like that?

Do you want me to save them pictures for you until you get back? Pretty nice, eh. Lay off. You’re mine Heh! Heh! That guy had a nice figure (oh hay!!!!!!) Don’t take me serious.

Don’t forget to get your picture taken and send me one.

I got a letter from Reds today and he doesn’t like it where he is.

My brother I guess went across. We haven’t heard from him for a long time. He said he going soon.

Well I guess I close.

Your sweetheart (and Love),

Marian

X ßThat’s my goodnight smack

P.S. You’ll be hearing from Jean soon. She can’t even open her mouth to talk. Good thing to keep her quiet for a while, eh.