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Dearest Boy, Perhaps something about the country you are travelling in now will suggest the peace of this poem. I’m sure you could go to sleep on it. Think of me often, big boy, and remember have a good time for us both. Florence On Envelope: Open Wed June 11 not before and not until [...]
Tuesday, June 10, 1924 Hi there, old record breaking scout! Are you going to set the world’s record in the discus throw held at Paris? Or maybe you’ll break all previous records and blossom forth like the Baylor freshman did! not!!! Well, here’s wishing you luck, and victory. Remember, there’s always one behind you pushing [...]
Just a thought from a girl who wants you to make good more than she wants anything else. Remember she loves you and will love you whether your trip proves victory or defeat.
Fred To be opened Sunday, June 8 Freddy boy, I can’t write much this time, but I only wanted to let you know that “Distance may be measured by thousands of miles, And the ocean might keep us apart, The years might came and might leave us But still lingers the love in our hearts.” [...]
Read other letter first Big Boy Sweetheart, Did a little birdie ever whisper something in your ear? Yes? Well, let this little birdie whisper something to you. He’s from way down south where the sun is brightly shining and the stars keep watch at night, and he tried to sing my tired eyes to sleep. [...]
June 6, 1924 To Wash DC and returned Dearest old Cap – Say, what the dickens are feministic creatures for, anyway?!! They’re about the uselessest animals in this part of the world. I believe about all they’re good for is to cook, sew and cry. Heavy on the latter. Cry! I never imagined I had [...]
June 5, 1924 Dearest of all big athletes Did you think your very own darling would even consider letting you go off where you couldn’t hear from her very often without fixing up some plan for making you remember that there’s always one who loves you back in the home town (not meaning El Campo) [...]
Easter nite – Dearest old Fritzie boy – My heart’s just so full. The more I look at the dear lilies, the more thrilled and happy I get. The more I think and realize that if only Fritz would be as sweet and thoughtful and dear to me always, I’d give him my very life [...]
Saturday, March 2 Sweetheart mine, Words are so weak when one’s heart is full. Haven’t you found it so? And I couldn’t either in words or in writing tell you my thoughts today. My great big adorable boy is 22! Goodness! Somehow, tho, I never connect you with age. I never think of you as [...]
