Port Arthur, Texas
June 11, 1923
My Dearest Florence;
I just got home and was surely disappointed. I had my heart set on reading a long letter from you when I got home, but all avail [?] no mail from my Florence. But I again thought. She had not had time to write as her popularity and famous at that time for some reason prevented it, or I would have had it here waiting for me. Well, ol Dear how did you enjoy the house party. I am sure you had a wonderful time. But only if I could have been there couldn’t we have had such a glorious time. How did dance and the other things come out. What became of Ike? You see I don’t know a thing that happened in Houston since I left. Tell me just lots., won’t you Florence Dearest.
I surely have been thinking of you lots since I arrived in this berg. Nothing to do. Yesterday. Sunday aft. Four of us went to town to look around. I sure did not like it. Maybe it is because we know very few people here. Of course when we were standing around and we could see cars pass by, full of young people, can you imagine where my mind was. If I could be in Houston on Sunday’s when I haven’t a thing to do That’s when I can’t see the good of this town. But nevertheless, that’s not interesting to you, anyway. So we will assume that I like the village. Last nite Fred Johnson and Jesse went to town, but I stated here and read the papers. When they returned they brought McKean. a next years Senior (Rice) and we had a jolly good time, talking of how sweet it would be when school started and we got back to Houston.
I just said that I read the papers. Can you imagine what I read. Guess. That was sure wonderful Florence. Congratulations again and again for you pin, your good work and all. you are achieving fame. That surely is something to be proud of. I can’t express in words what I want to tell you about it and how I want to congratulate you.
I think I will put that picture in my athletic book with my clippings of mine from the spring (track). You know it’s part yours anyway. but I am going to put it right in with the other famous people.
Sat nite. Paul Bushong (’22 Rice) picked Johnson and I up and took us all over the village. Showed us lots of pretty places. We rode for about two hours.
I have about completed my thoughts for a letter, only I surely was disappointed not to get a long interesting sweet letter from my little Dear in Houston. Let me read your letters often.
Cum magnum amo (is that right?)