Hello Family,
I guess you must think me a very appreciative young person. I am sorry I don’t write more, but I wish you could see your young son these days. Today I have studied from nine to eleven, one to six, and seven thirty until now which is eleven thirty. That is an everyday occurrence that goes on for seven days a week. The discouraging part of it all is that I can’t seem to keep from getting swamped with work. There seems to be no time for review, because there is always so much present work to do. I shall come through, though, I haven’t failed you or Annie or myself yet.
Thank you so much for the money, Dad. I hope I can get along without anymore help now. You use your own judgement about coming down here this weekend. I would like to visit with you, but there are other things to think of these days.
When you return my laundry, Mom, please put some tooth paste in the box. I am in dire straights for some of that stuff.
Is it getting late and I must get a little sleep. Please don’t wonder if my letters are few and far between. I love you both and think of you often. I shall write just as often as possible.
Love, Brother.
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