Port Arthur, Tex
June 17, 1923
This is the day of rest and we have sure been doing it. Just loafing, day-dreaming and passing the time away. We went to Sunday school this morning met a bunch of Rice graduates and several have promised to take us around in their cars to see the sites some Sunday. I’ll assure you that will have to keep their promise. I didn’t know there were so many Rice students here. There is a total of 7 from El Campo here. But boys all boys. I sure and looking forward to the time when I will see my dear little Slimess*. Then will be great. Oh Florence, There is only one thing that worries me and that is this. Please excuse me, but I am serious. I am afraid you might learn to like scatterbrains and kinda forget. But Florence Dear don’t break my heart by doing it. I sure hope you won’t, in fact I know you won’t. I realize Florence that you may want some real sympathy at times but try to let me give it to you. Tell me your troubles and don’t let another boy treat you affectionately and give you sympathy as I have done. Do you understand what I mean? Please write more concerning this and tell me that you will not allow him to — you know. You see I can’t help [?] but just a little jealous. So help me in your next letter.
*Slimess is his term of affection for his future Rice freshman (Florence) since freshmen were referred to as Slimes at the institute at that time.