My darling,
Why must life be real and earned? Why must we worry about
where the next meal is coming from? It is all this that is keeping us apart.
Lover, I get so lonesome for you! Especially after I have seen a movie. Do they
affect you that way? Well it won’t be long I keep reassuring myself. Next
weekend is the 2, 3, and 4th and after that it’s only about ten
days. I just think! When you put I down that way it doesn’t seem so bad.
Everybody down here is raving about the big game. I can’t
get thrilled about it al all. They say that the winner of this game plays at
the Rose Bowl. I still can’t see why Oregon is out of the running. Isn’t she
still head of the conference? I suppose if I root for anyone it will be for
Stanford. I don’t like California. By the way I met a lady at the Manila
luncheon today that knows Slick. She said that she was talking to him the other
day about me. She said she would tell him I was down but I don’t expect to hear
from him. Tom Moran asked me to let him know when ever I was coming to town but
I have never known far enough ahead of time. This week it would be hopeless to
even try and get him but I think I will write to him before I come into town
next weekend so I can see him before I come up to see you and then I can give
you some first hand info.
I don’t know whether I am going over to see Betty or not
tomorrow. I will have to start early because the crowds would be terrific and
when I got over there Betty would probably be gone to the game. But I would
like to see her before Christmas.
June and I went to the show tonight to pass away the time.
We saw a double bill “Ex-Lady” a lousy show and “Moonlight and pretzels” not so
bad.
It would be fun if you were here tomorrow night. We could go
over to San Francisco and watch all these people get tight over the game. The
younger generation is playing around downstairs. They are dancing in the dark!!
What is youth coming to!
Well, sweetheart my writing is getting worse. My mistakes
more numerous and I am getting sleepy but I love you forever and ever.
Ann
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