A Letter Written on Dec 10, 1955

Saturday afternoon

Dear Pat,

Greetings from Santa's new headquarters. The north pole wasn't cold enough any more so he came to Grove City. I'm sure this place must give Santa his roughest time, he can't find the houses, all he sees are little mounds of snow, snow, and more snow. You can have your "Winter Wonderlands" I'll take a stinking hot little old Florida beach any day.

I thought the dumb profs would never stop giving us tests. The last two weeks have been perfect hell. I am happy to say though that I [sic] I'm doing better than before. I think the A.R.O.T.C. department must have lost its mind. The idiots have scheduled drill for monday [sic] afternoon. Winter snow maneuvers you know!

I've had a jolly week. I seeme to have picked [up] a touch of flu again and h now I have the most beautiful head cold you ever want to see.

Last night the school gave "Point of no Return". I didn't especially like the play but I think the Kids did a wonderful job on it.

I'd like to write more but there are now 12 screaming people in the room having some stupid argument so I'll quit.

See you soon,

Love,
Phil