Saturday afternoon
Dearest Pat,
Please forgive me for not writing, but time passes so rapidly that there never seems to be quite enough. It doesn't seem possible that last week at this time I was home.
We had quite a trip home. The car was loaded to the gills with Joyce, Carol, Jack, Bob, and I. Of course everyone had so much
lllugage [sic] we hardly had room to breathe. Getting on the turnpike we had a flat. The whole tire was ruined and because I have whitewalls on the Buick it cost me $39.-By the way the car is asking about you. The Chevie told it all about the wonderful girl who used to make the driver so happy when she was along. The Buick hopes you will like him as much as you used to like its ancestors.
Jane
Iand I went out to see Dot. After two months at school Dot is certainly a refreshing change. In Jane you certainly have a fine friend. I seem to discover some new facet in her personality every time I see her. I guess you know I wish you had been home. It seems like an age since I saw you at Christmas time.I saw Jim over vacation but his strange accounts of just when he saw you have me guessing. They seemed to change every time I ask him about you. Of course he was in a mixed up state his
AutAunt Lillie died and he was a pallbearer (good spelling huh)? While I was home we went to see "A Man Called Peter". I thought it was excellent.Last Sunday afternoon we went up [to] the Shack we ran into a party; Rod Binkley, Dave Abel, and my cousin they had so much
andbeer and wiskey [sic] it would have sunk a battleship. They were having girls? up for the evening. Somehow my opinion of those girls isn't the best.We got back to G.C.C. Monday night. I'm ready to go home again. My marks are getting terrible. I have spring fever the weather is just beautiful. Last night we saw "Country Girl" for my money it was the best of the year.
Now I must go for dinner.
PLEASE WRITE!
All my love,
PhilIf you're not home when I get home I'm coming up there and drag you home.