(from bill? to my uncle Lew)

Dear Lew

I just thought that I would write you a line to tell you what I thought of you.

I met a swell girl the other night on a blind date.  She’s a Soph. and is she a honey? Five of the boys here at the hall called up the girls dorm and asked for five dates. She was one of them and I think I did all right even if I do say so myself.

Well how is dear old Alma Mama treating our little boy by this time? I hope you and  drizzle pus Fournier don’t blow up the chemistry building. That would be a shame.

You should of seen the game last Saturday, it was a pip. The night before we had a pep session and after that a bunch of us went down town. We were in the Star Dust, a small tavern , when some upper classmen came in.  One of them yelled ‘sissys’ and that started the ball rolling.  We got out side and one of our bunch picked up a basket of apples from a fruit stand close by and we all gave the boys a shower of fresh fruit.

Well, I have to finish this letter if I want it to go out on the evening mail, so I’ll say so long.

Have Fournier write me once in a while.  See you Thanksgiving.   yours  bill

 

P. suck