January 15 – 21, 1925

Thursday, Jan 15

Just another day – and Sat is close again. I rather look forward to it this week. School till 11. Slept all afternoon and developed some more eyes! Jack called and wanted me to go to the Queen, but it was raining too hard. Darn! and I wanted to see what picture. We tumbled later and had lots of fuss. Even tho I am not too sure, I do believe that Fred is the right one. I love him so – with all my heart.

January 16

I’m almost despairing about my eyes. Today they ache again. After school I fooled around and rested, and my eyes were even worse. Fred called, then dumb Bruce called. I can’t say I like him. I wish sometimes he wouldn’t call. But how I always want Fred to call! Since I didn’t have any other xcuse for living, I went to bed.

January 17

Yes, I looked forward to Sat. nite but there wasn’t the change I expected. After school we went to the library for some Hist[ory] books. At 4 we went swimming with Betty Buhler – Brrr it was cold! Fred came out and we pasted pictures in my book. The old doubt comes again. When I look at Fred + Hop up here, I wonder – wonder – wonder.

January 18

And now I realize just what they mean when they say that a girl passes from girlhood into womanhood. I wonder if a girl was ever more disillusioned. I wonder if I’ll ever have any more faith in men. I wonder if i can ever care for any man again. Oh, I’m afraid – so afraid of the future – of life – of love! I didn’t believe anyone could have such a rude awakening and I’m afraid – afraid. I’m in darkness. Which way shall I turn!

January 19

Another hopeless day. School then gym. Jack called to say he couldn’t come tonite. I wasn’t even sorry he couldn’t come. So I wrote some letters. Gee, but things seem funny these days. I’ve lost all ambitions and joys. Fred called. He’s awfully sweet. I’m sorry things have gone so awfully wrong.

January 20

After school, we spent an hour looking for Hist books. Lord, but we’ve got a job! Gym at 1:30. Developed an awful headache. Wonder if there’s something wrong inside of me other than my eyes. I’m so tired of aches in my head. It just makes me feel so useless and awful. How can I have headaches when there’s such a world of work to do. A Chem and French test Friday!

Journal entries from 1925January 21

Oh, I was never so heartbroken in my life as I was last nite! I nearly cried my poor, weak eyes out, and it seemed my heart was like ice. After school we went to lab, then Mrs. Heavin came over for the afternoon + for supper. Fred came at 7 and we went wrong and had our first real quarrel since we began going together 2 years ago. It nearly killed me.


Diary: January 8-14, 1925

January 8

It’s raining so hard outside. It’s beginning our sloppy, wet winter – maybe! Cut history class this morning to be with Fred. Went home + Sis read some history and Eng. to me. To gym at 1:30. Fred + I rode around while the girls worked out. I didn’t feel equal to it at the time with my eyes so bad. Then to town, shopped, + Anna Helen, Sis + I went to “His(tory) Hour at the Queen (Theater)” Quite rare, but not as rare as I expected! Bought a hot dog, came home, and I spent the whole evening writing to Hop.

January 9

It’s so late – nearly 12 o’clock – I’m utterly worn out! After three awful classes, we came home to find mother in tears – just crying because she was so glad to see us. So we fixed lunch then spent nearly all afternoon with her. She seems to be depressed and upset and dizzy. But we poured some(?) love til she became worlds better. And I do so thank divine Love for letting us have Science to help us in our hour of need. Just to put our trust in God is wonderful! Studied all nite nearly for History exam tomorrow. Oh, I do thank God so much for Science + for Mother.

January 10

Will the ache never leave my head? Mother was better today. After school, we went to town, then went again this afternoon. Oh, I was so tired! Then Fred and I went to the Palace. Can I ever forget Eveta Nudsen as she was tonite? “Oh, my Raymond, my laddie, my baby.” Diary, I wish Fred did not care for me so much – I am torn with doubts of myself. Do I love him? I do in a way, but oh! why this feeling of not being quite sure. Why the doubt that when I’m tired always comes out in irritation? Why?

Side note: as I was looking up Eveta Nudsen, I discovered this little tidbit: At this time, The Palace Theater was host to several regular stock players, including one man who would later tell Miss Scarlett O’Hara that he frankly didn’t give a damn. (Clark Gable)

January 11

What a wonderful day which ended in tears. Went to S.S. (?) stayed and talked, then met Fred. We had a wonderful, but rather a queer talk. At 3 Jack called + asked me to go to the Ship Channel with him and his brother + date. We went aboard the Barcelona, a marvelous time – not especially with Jack, but just looking. Home at 6 + Fred called. Blessed me out for having gone, etc, etc, and I asked him to come out. Spent the whole evening battling with jealousy and myself, and pasting pictured in my book. Jealousy? Oh, what’s the use, diary?

January 12

School, to the Gables for lunch, back to gym. A marvelous time there. To town. After supper Fred called and oh! Diary, I don’t know which way to turn. I can’t give up Hop, and I can’t endure Fred’s jealousy or his ideas of spite. I just feel hopeless at a standstill. Studied and thought all evening. Diary, I’m almost depressed.

January 13

Oh, Fred was so blue today! So to try to cheer him up, I went back after the 11:30 class. I succeeded. Went to gym. Had a marvelous time, but I’m so sore. Talked to Mrs. Welch a while then went to the library for some History books. Studied tonite. Diary, I got a picture of Hop today. You can’t imagine what it looks like beside Fred. The contrast of the two boys and I still don’t know my own mind!

January 14

A boring morning at school, back to lab at 1:30 – some more boredom. Fooled away the afternoon. After supper, studied a then Janet Allen came over for some gym. We had a grand time. I’m so glad I met Fred and that he was such a wonderful athlete that he gave me the desire to be good in athletics, too. I do so enjoy the sports. and Diary, even if I am not sure of myself, I do love Fred!


You have something which is dearer than money

Friday nite

1925 [Jan or Feb]

Big dear Sweetheart,

I couldn’t write you a real letter while you were away thru the holidays. I was so busy. You know that if I could have, I would have spent half my time writing you letters, but I just couldn’t. Now I haven’t much time to write for there are a million things to do, but after all, Fred comes first.

Sometimes, dear, you doubt my love for you. I do too, dear. I wish I were as steady and sure as you are, but alas! I’m not! But Fritz, darling, could you ask for a surer proof of a girl’s love than a little thought when it’s least expected? Could you ask for a surer proof than a telegram on Xmas, for no reason at all except to let you know she hand’t forgotten you, and was wishing you joy and happiness? It’s only love which prompts me to do the things I believe you enjoy. No, you don’t doubt my love. Still when I do all these things to prove I love you, you get jealous because another ——- Oh! Hang! I got off again. Bit I wonder that you could consider such a thing. You know, I think the surest proof of real love is just to be held real tenderly in someone’s arms, to feel someone’s tender kisses on my lips, to feel there’s a strong shoulder to lean on, to know that that someone isn’t holding me in his arms because he knows he can, but he’s holding me because he loves me, and doesn’t care to hold anyone save me; just to hear him whisper the three little words ∆(I love you) and to know he means them, also to have his love shown in the little ways he knows pleases and surprises me, to always think of just what can make me happiest.

Fred, dear, you’re the someone. I’m the me. I do so try to please you, and surely you couldn’t ask for a girl would come to your arms quicker than I. Since those things seem to be my idea of proving I love you, I do try to do them. That’s why I’m giving you this candy. That’s why I’ve taken so much time and trouble to fix the box up exceptionally nice. That’s why I’m writing this note for you. Love does many things, Fred.

I do so love you for being ashamed of having to tell me you’re on pro[bation]*. If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t be ashamed. I love you for telling me, that you wanted to share with me. I love you for saying I was all the world to you; for telling me as you did once, you’d die for me. I love you for saying when we were talking one nite about other boys, “Go ahead, Florence. I’ll get you when school is out.” All I’ll say, dear, is that if I continue to love you several years from now, I’ll be waiting for you. Make good, dear, then come back for me. I’ll be waiting!

It’s hardly any wonder that a girl’s eyes grow wistful and the tears come when she realizes that a strong man who is worthy of her says he needs her, that he loved her more than life itself. It’s no wonder she looks away into the distance for love is her whole existence. I have the one thing in life that is worthwhile – the love of a dear, strong, worthy man. You have something which is dearer than money – the love of a clean, moral girl – one who tried to please you and make you happy.

However, I’m too little to realize that I really do possess, and I pray to Heaven I may wake up some day and realize this “Gift from the Gods” is you, before too late.

I love you, Fred.


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Journal entries Jan 1-7, 1925

From my dear old Hippety Hop, Christmas 1924

My Preface

Diary dear, little Blue Book of secrets. I’ve wanted you for so long and so hard that now that I have you, you seem just too good to be true. I can never thank Hop enough for you. You’re something which will be filled with me – just me. and what I do to pass these days – college days – days of fun and study – days of happiness and sorrow. Who knows what will occur in the 5 years of this dear little book? I will be nearly 24 years old. I will have graduated from Rice, possible or will be married? Will Fred still be leading man, and will I have a dear old pal, Hop, like I have now? Little Blue Book, what will happen? I’ve started Jan 1, 1925 and I’ll end Dec. 31, 1929. Five long years! Laughter and tears, hopes and fears. Little Secret Book, I love you. I wonder if you’ll be full of just Fred, or I wonder who else will come in for his share. Five years to come! I’m young, healthy, and free – and five years before me. Ah, who knows?

January 1, 1925

New Year’s Day

Just a marvelous way to start the new year – with Fritz. Didn’t get up till late, and then had dinner with Bob, Mira, Fred, and the folks. To “Peter Pan” at the Queen with Fred and his sis, then Miss Stephenson came in to renew acquaintances. To make things perfect, Fred and I took in the Palace. A wonderful day.

January 2, 1925

Diary, dear, the drudgery has begun again. I’d be lost without it, but I so dislike all this studying. Saw all the old gang today and resumed old relationships. Home then to Jessamine’s to see her nephew, then to town and to Natalie’s – spent the evening alone. Jack called and fussed at me. Diary, I just found out Annie Malo & Johnny were married. After a romance of about 10 years! Gracious!

January 3, 1925

Was a day ever so full! School till 12, at Autry House, home, then to town. Lunch. Jack called. To Helen Nina Scott’s bridge. Boring time with the younger “sophisticated” set. To cousin (?) then to (?) for supper. Jack came at 7 and we went to Mr Reno’s. Home at 7:30 then to basketball game with Fred. Won 35-31. A wonderful date with Fritz – but oh dear God, please help me. I’m so badly in need of it. I’d give Fred my very soul if I could, but I just can’t and I can’t say so!

January 4, 1925

Diary dear, I do so want to be better. Mother + I had a long, long talk tonite. I wish I could live a better life and be more worthy of her teachings, but it’s so hard! Went to S.S. took Fred out to school to see Mr Asheraft after dinner. I wrote some letters, then went riding with Fred. Experienced my first real taste of jealousy today. Wish I didn’t love Fred quite so much. Studied a while tonite. Oh Little Blue Book, I wish I could make myself al over and just to order. I’d try to be so much better. I do want to be just a true “girl” instead of a “creature of moods”; sentimental and changeable. I do!

January 5, 1925

School till 12:30, lunch, then to town. Finally bought me a coat – brown trimmed in fox fur – a dear little coat. After supper, I took a bath, then Jack came. I had such a terrible headache – so violent. Was in bed by eleven and then the night dragged by. Oh, it was awful – It’s my eyes again. Will they never cease to ache?

January 6, 1925

Didn’t go to sleep till 5, so I had neither the desire or the strength to go to school. Stayed in bed all day and got up at 6 for supper. My first day in bed for about 3 years! Diary, one’s eyes are so valuable, but they can hurt so badly. The phone was out of order and Fred couldn’t phone. Didn’t meet him this morning and I guess he thinks the world has collapsed.

January 7, 1925

Isn’t it strange how we mortals have to pay for every ounce of joy we get out of this old world. I had a glorious time thru Xmas week – all the parties – and good times, but was that worth all the strain and suffering it has caused. I strained my eyes – now I’m feeling the effects. Had a rotten time at school the went to the oculist this afternoon. Have to have new lenses in my glasses and wear them all the time. That’s better than headaches!


8/9/1924 Yours till judgment day

Sat aft

My own Dear Florence;

I am going to Galveston with Thomas and Uncle Herman. I had to work longer than expected so I did not have a chance to write as expected. But this will let you know that I keep my promising[sic] If I get back tomorrow in plenty of time I will write you a long sweet letter.

I bought me a bathing suit so when you come back, saw when you want to go bathing, swimming, or shower bathing.

I have about 5 minutes to get to Eastwood Gates.

Give my love to all of your friends but remember I am sending you all of my love.

Yours till judgment day and with all my love.




8/8/1924 Things are not what they may seem at the country

Friday nite

My own Dearest Florence;

I have just read that broken hearted letter of yours. Florence I could have given anything if I could have been there by your side when I read the letter. I am sure that I could have soothed your pains. My Dear I know just how you feel. I can sympathise with you from the depths of my heart.

Darling Dear that letter was from your heart. It was so dear. It showed how you cared for me and how lonesome you were to be back. Oh how glad I would have been to have had the chance to hold you in my arms and let you tell me those kind things. It would have been wonderful to be there and be with you, during your disgusted moments. I am sorry that you did not enjoy your vacation at San Marcos.

I knew that you would not before you left. You are not accustomed to the country ways. If you could have lost your dignity and acted goofy as most country ya-hoos do, you could have had the time of your life. I’ll bet I could show you a good time in the country. Didn’t you know a country dance was the worst place to go for enjoyment.

Things are not what they may seem at the country. Florence probably you did not understand things. But nevertheless my Dear I am glad to hear that you will be back soon. I am waiting every day for the word and when I do get it I will be there waiting anxiously with outstretched arms. Florence I am tired of living life alone. It seems so empty without you. I look forward all day long to see your letter that nite. That is all of the excitement I et and those letters are so dear to me. I wouldn’t trade anything for them. It would take an awfully large force to deprive me of my love for you. One cannot realize what love it until it has an awfully big bolt in them.

Florence dear if San Marcos had been your last place before coming home, I would have wired you that I had met with an accident and for you to come home. I could have helped you this way and things would have been ok.

Florence I have been helping Jay with his racer and it is very late, but I just had to write you before going to bed, so I must stop this time.

My dear I hope to see you soon.

I really hope you enjoy S.A. a lot.

I am sending all my love and sympathy to you, because if you ever needed help you do now. Cheer up and remember that I am your own forever and that I still love you.






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8/7/24 I was in perfectly good humor when I wrote it

Houston Texas

Thur nite 8/7/24

My dear little lonesome darling;

This is Thursday nite, I have had my examination and I am staying home with you tonite. I may not be able to see you, but I can surely let you know that I am thinking of you very strongly and love you more than I can express in words. Florence I am so lonesome for you I don’t know just what to do. You have been gone only a short time, but nevertheless I can realize it to the greatest extent. It seems as if the world is divided since you have left me here all along. We have just exchanged plans. It is you who has gone off and left me here and it is not me I who has gone off and left my dear little girl here to mourn. I have to stay here and wish you were here with me. Florence my Dear I miss you so much. I think my heart will break sometimes. The nights are so empty. They seem so long and dreary before bedtime, without hearing your sweet voice.

They also say that a person realizes how they care for one another after they are separated and cannot see each other. It seems as if I have been separated from the world. I have lost something and just go wandering around to find it. Just think you haven’t started to be away from me, yet. When you get this, you will have been gone almost one week. Just 1/4 of your expected tour. Say don’t you have any feelings for your little Freddy boy at all. Gee Florence it seems months since I told you goodbye. I can’t realize that it has been so short a time.

I did not have a chance to write you last night as I went down to take my examination. I went through it perfectly. A boy friend, Herbert Turner also took the examination. Just us two and each one of us went through the work perfectly without a mistake. Thus receiving several congratulations from the members present. Now I will have to await the time, until the boys back home tell me if I can go any further. If I get by ok, I will have another degree taken before your return.

Florence I was so disappointed in you letter that you wrote in answer to the lectures. My own Dear Florence I did not intend to hurt your feelings. Really Dear I did not. Please excuse me, won’t you honey dear. I seems as if I just got started and didn’t stop. I said things that I am sure that I didn’t mean. Don’t think Florence, that I didn’t appreciate what you told me. If you did not love me, you would not have said anything. I think that I should not have said anything about it. I didn’t think that I made it so strong as to hurt your feelings. So you think that you were feeling a little blue when you read the letter. So you think that your heart was in a condition to mist for me when you got it and was disappointed on reading it.

Don’t think that my letter was fiery. I didn’t mean it that way at all. I was in perfectly good humor when I wrote it. Don’t think that you hurt my feelings for you did not. Maybe you didn’t not quite understand me. There is one great trouble in writing that a person cannot express himself clearly. You cannot put emphasis on words to express your exact meaning. The person who writes is probably in one mood and the person who reads may be altogether in a different attitude. There may an infinite number of ways of explaining this, but to make a long story short I did not intend to step on your feeling, not did you intend to hurt my feelings. You are not through with your lectures either. You must do things to help me and I will do things to help you. We are pardners, Florence we should work together. Never yet have you hurt me, by what things you have told me. I do appreciate everything you tell me. Florence I know that it is because you love me that you tell me of things. If you did not we would not talk to each other with such confidence.

Florence did I tell you that I wrote you as a mere duty? I don’t think that I did. It is not the letters that I did. It is not the letters that I write to you, that I consider a duty. It is letters to people that are far fetched.

Florence, I would love to sit here and write to you or talk to you forever. I am so sorry you felt bad when writing this letter. I can see by the letter that your thoughts were divided and you could not concentrate on your letter. It was not the dear love letters that you always write. I could see that the kids were bothering you. Those are the conditions that I write from at times.

Florence I don’t think I told you that my letters to you were a friendly duty. My letter writing to you is of the deep love I have for you. My love is sincere, it comes from the depth of my heart. It is for you and you only. I don’t like for you to act as if you don’t believe what I say, when I know that you do. Florence you know whom I love, and please don’t forget it.

I am going to send this letter to you special do you will get it Fri nite just after dinner. You can read it when you go to bed. You didn’t expect it, that it is why I am sending it.

Please don’t forget your own Fred. I will try to write you every day and Florence it my own true love for you, that comes from my heart, that makes me want to write. I enjoy writing to you but to some people it is not so enthusing.

I am your own dear Fred as long as you want me.

Freddie Boy.



8/6/1924 and I know you love me truly


My very onliest, darlingest, sweetest, and most precious Cap’n Big Boy.

Want me to tell you a secret? Huh – well, here is it! Sh_______? —> I love you!

How’s the great big beautiful world this morning? Hot? I guess so. Tonite is the nite of your test. I’ll think of you, dear boy, and know you’re going to come out better than fine! I know it because you know my prophesies are usually true. But oh! I love you so!

I don’t know just why I love you so hugely today, but I just wish I could be with you a while. Why, you’d pass your test and make the highest on it if you were with me in this mood. I feel different than ever before. Aunt Anna and I talked from 9:30 til 12 last nite mostly about you, and, of course, I was careful of what I said, but oh, Fred, what a good feeling it is to have a real true-blue sweetheart whom you can trust. No wonder I love you so. No wonder I’m hurt when you are bad, but I always know that Freddy boy doesn’t mean it. He couldn’t for true love doesn’t do those things. And I know you love me truly.

San Marcos, Texas

Thursday morning

More than ever do I realize and believe the old saying “Anticipation is greater than realization.” Of course I’ve found out before but never quite like this. I’ve waited only 5 years to come visit Bernice. And during that time I’ve looked forward with more than joy at the idea. Isn’t it funny that I left home to seek joy, happiness and a good time, and when I’m away I find that after all, I’ve left happiness behind – far behind. I’m not happy here. I’m miserable. I’ve been here about 12 hours, and already I detest the place, the people, and Berniece’s house. I find that “all is not gold that glitters.” Perhaps this town is the height of fun and a good time. However, I can’t find it because these good times don’t appeal to me. Fred, I’ve got worse than the blues. I’m so sick, and the ache is down so deep in my heart, I can’t even cry. This is positively the life I loathe – the life I detest, and I don’t see how I can live it for a week without going insane. But what am I to do? I can’t leave Berniece. It would hurt her terribly. She’s never forgive me, but I can’t endure this. here’s the way it is. Remember, dear, you can trust me, for I love you, besides would I do anything I hate, really and trule detest?

Well, I had some wild rides yesterday – at lunch yesterday, Berniece came by Aunt Anna’s and wanted me to pack up and go with her. I did, and we left S.A. in a Ford Coupe and 2 o’clock and then stopped in New Braunfels a while, then on here. At 5 o’clock I was introduced to the family, Gosh!

Then at 6, I proceeded to get ready for a picnic at New Brainfels. Well, here’s the part I detest – all this freedom. I was to go with a boy from here, but he had to work, so I went with another incipid j. b. in an open Ford roadster. Of course, I could have kicked but I thought others was no use being a prude. We planned at first to all go in a Buick, but this other boy couldn’t go and neither could his Buick, so we parted. Of course, the boy was a total stranger, and I detested him. He didn’t touch me, that wasn’t why I hate him. But he was impossible. Anyway, we rode to New Braunfels and I just flew. I was sans hat. We had engine trouble and got there in time to undress, swim 10 minutes and then have to get out. Well, so much for that! We had lunch, then danced. I couldn’t even tell you about the dancing. But I hated it. I hated the men, the boys, the small town girls who think they’re attractive looking like white washed fences, touched up heavily with carmine lips! But I laughed and managed to have a fairly good time so Ber couldn’t see it. My life and hers are very different, I’ve found. Well, anyway at about 10:30, we started on the 20 mile ride, and we got home at 1. The dear old j. b. wanted to show me San M. by nite, and he succeeded. I asked him to take me home, but Berniece hadn’t gotten home yet so we just rode. Oh, nothing happened. But it was so abominable. A bumpy Ford roadster on terrible roads, and I wanted home.

But anyway, we rode and rode and finally pulled in a few minutes after 1. Then Berniece + her date, and me and mine (you know I claim such distinction at having a date with an incipid j. b. whom I hate) sat on the steps and I talked til 1:30 and then went to bed. So at 6 o’clock this morning after a sleepless nite. I got up and tried to figure out a solution to this dilemma. And then I started writing to you. Fred, dear, what can I do? I haven’t even been here a day but I couldn’t endure a week of it. I’d just die. I don’t want to hurt Berniece’s feelings, but I just can’t stay, so what am I to do? I guess I can hold out over the weekend and then leave, but I couldn’t stay a minute longer. Oh, well I’m strong and healthy, I guess. I won’t pass out. But I just will go insane.

I’m about to scream, so I guess I’d better stop. It seems like Fate has played me a dirty trick, and it seems a pity, but I’m getting real cynical about it.

There’s another dance at Lockhart, about 30 miles from here tonite. i don’t know whether I’ll have the nerve to go. I loathe this small town life. Berniece wants to give me a bridge party, pretty soon, but I think I’ll be gone.

Fred, I think my heart’s just slowly cracking. I’ve got an insane desire to just scream and cry.

Remember I love you, dear. I wish you could help me. I don’t know when I can write again. Of course, I’ll do my best.

A wasp stung me yesterday coming over from San A and this morning it’s as big as a house. It’s right on my shoulder blade.

I have to go. I love you – love you – love you – and I’ll see you soon.

Your own


Don’t address my mail here – send it to S. A. for I expect to leave here very soon. Send it to the same place.




8/6/1924 The Menger – 300 rooms, 200 baths


Dear Old Timer.

Just a word for Mon. I don’t know whether I can write tomorrow. I never know what Sun will bring. But I want you to know I am thinking of you, love you, etc, and as long as it only takes 2 cents to tell you so,  I’m not too proud for that.




8/5/1924 such a hot day that I almost melted

Houston, Texas

Aug 5, 1924

My Dear little Queen,

Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to call you my Queen. You said you did not like that, so I will have to call you my princess, all right. Well little Princess how does the world treat you in San Antonio. I’ll bet you are just overcrowded with joy. I got your card today and do say that is a very beautiful place. It looks like the places you read about. I would like to take a trip like that where I had plenty to time to do all of the things that I suddenly had a desire to do.

Do you find time to sleep, with so many things to do. There is one thing that I hope you do not forget. That is, don’t forget to write to your little Fritzy boy down here. I just look forward to getting your letters. They mean so much to me, when you are gone. You know how it is to be back here and be lonesome. You have had a taste of it and you know how glad you were to hear from me, when I was gone. My day seems a dead one, without reading a letter from my own Dear Girl. I am really disappointed when I do not get a letter when I expect it.

Florence, my Darling, Sat and Sun sound lost to me, without you. I knew I could not see you, but nevertheless I had a hankering desire to go call you and tel you that I would be out. It make be a little blue. I couldn’t help from being so lonesome. It’s hard to be without you Florence. You see, tho’ Florence, I must not tell you that I am lonesome for you or anything like that, because I do not want you to feel bad about it and get the Blues. I want you to have a good time and really enjoy yourself.

This was such a hot day that I almost melted. I thought 5 o’clock would never come. The day was so long and I was tired, too. You know I get tired occasionally. It’s natural for a person to do that. Especially you and I.

But who do you want me to go to the picture show with, while you are away. Shall I go or shall I wait for you to go with me. I expect I’ll wait for my own darling Florence. I am so sleepy that I can hardly keep my wits about me.

If I don’t get a letter from you tomorrow, I don’t know what I will have to do to you. Give a paddling I suppose. I do that so much you know, that it becomes natural for me to say that. C!

Don’t forget the one who loves you so dearly and please try to write often.

Your own Fred