May 22, 1923
My Dearest Florence,
I have the blues so bad that I can hardly keep from crying. I received a letter from Port Arthur this morning, saying that I could go to work as soon as school is out. They have given me a good proposition with good pay. I will have to take it, I am sure, because it may mean my success in the future. Florence, my Dear, you cannot realize how I feel. Just to think we may not meet after the first part of June. It seriously is a terribly feeling I have. But if you don’t move to California, my Dear, it will sure be great.
I was planning to have such a good time this summer but I suppose it is ruined. But Florence, my Dearest, maybe you will be a Rice Stude. If so happier yet will I be. I have my final in engineering today. I will see you next Tuesday nite – 29th.
With affectionate love,