FridayDear P-tricia,
Running low on stationary. I've decided to save my "fancy" paper for impressing people with, so from now on I write to my unimpressible little Pat on onion skin. D'accord?
I just got your letter this morning. This is the first chance I've had to sit down at my typewriter and honor you with a missive.
That's too bad about Rod! He is the worst of cads, in my opinion, which ought to make you feel better, because now you can defend him to me with impunity. Rest assured, he'll probably write or something. He'd better!
I bow down to your inexpressible smartness in getting a 1 on your physics blue-book, what ever a 1 is. It sounds fascinating.
You told Doorthee's children to walk in the rain? You know that she'd never permit it. I'm sure it doesn't say anything on Pewterbog's paper about that.
I appreciated immensely the clippings you sent me. The droodles [sic] are priceless ... or, as I said the other day, when my gabbling tongue fouled me up, "Price! Absolutely choiceless!" Oh, well, We can't all get 1's. You know "Kilroy Was here" by Viereck, don't you? If you don't, read it immejutly. It's almost as nice as "Like a Sitting Breeze". Yesterday in Thursday Noon Meeting (that's a gathering where someone important speaks and the audience participates in discussion) Prof. Robertson of the English dept. read from Browning's "Death in the Desert". He reads beautifully. He looks somewhat like Mike, only handsomer, and wears charcoal grays and vests. Very British appearing, and a wonderful voice. I enjoyed him immensely.
Guess what! I got a letter from Tobinsky, and a gorgeous green dragon. This is what the letter said.
DEAR JaNE
TOOH ISNT SICLK ANYMORE. TOOH IS INTRODUCEZ TOSUZ.
ANDW WEA HURRICANEE AND A COUP PLE OS TREES WERE BLOWWN OVEER.LOVE TOBY
The dragon occupied a prominent position on my wall. It makes me feel good just to look at it.
I supppose [sic] that by now you have received your copy of Gerhart's Semiweekly. So she's got another job now. And she's back down at YLT. [York Little Theatre] And my present is settin' on the sideboard waiting to be sent, and I'm dying of curiosity. Also, she states thatif [sic] none of us wants John Custer, she'll take him. Aha! And she's ushering yet, and poor Johnny stays up till 2:00 AM working on the play. By the way, did you read Wesley's review? He's getting actually saccharine in his old age!
Ted's taking me to the Homecoming Game with Army this Saturday. Columbia confidently expects to be slaughtered. Ted has informed me that he hasn't enough money to take me to the Ball. Me little heart is broken. Sob, sob. But he's got tickets to "On Your Toes" for the 6th of November (I think) and that will be fine. If only he were just a little taller, a li-t-t-tle older ... oh, well.
I must write to Johnny. If he's working hard on YLT and trying to steer the middle course with Margaretta, he'll need encouragement.
Oh, fascinating-thing-of-the-day no,1. As I was standing outside Mrs. Barach's office waiting for my conference, and avidly reading your letter, I heard a deep, masculine "Good morning," to which I replied It was one of the handsome, distinguisheder professors. Grr. So I stood, and a few minutes later he came out of his office with a chair a la main, set it up for me, smiled, and went off. Wasn't that nice of him?
I got a letter from Mary K. the other day. She says she is amazed at the unsophisticated naivete of her home room after us last year. Dear MKP. I'll have to write to her, too, one of these days.
Tonight I go to see about working on the next Workshop production, Strindberg's "There are Crimes and Crimes". I'd like to paint, build, or manage if possible. Here's hoping.
I'm going downtown this afternoon, which is an assinine [sic] thing to do, since I have 3 papers to write over the weekend, but I can't resist it. Ah, New York! Ah, my nice little dragon!
Love,
Chanie