April 8, 1921.
Dearest Mother,
Are you well? Is every thing O.K. in Binghamton? I have not heard a thing from you all the week and should like to know how you are. It was impossible for me to write you more about my vacation last Sunday. The week has been a full one so that I have not succeded [sic] in doing so since. Tonight or Sunday I shall try to write you concerning several things which I know will interest you.
Last evening I worked at the library. Consequently your letter, usually written Thurs. evening was not written.
The Janitor has just brought our morning mail and a letter from you. So I shall soon open it.
Must close with oceans of love. Am writing at the "libe"