October 7, 1923, Austin to Northhampton

 Sunday

Dearest Helen,

    The name of the street is Nueces -- But I think I have about all the letters you've written, and I don't call them gobs. Who did you go to the Fish Frolic with, and how many boys are there around that place? You might have written that last note on Sunday and made it a letter instead of dashing it off between classes. Will you reform?

    I went to another football game yesterday and watched Philips U. get murdered with a score of 51 -- 0. I haven't seen any of the El Paso bunch of girls lately, but I guess they're all right. I sure wish you were here. "Sweetheart, how I miss you," -- thats "nothing but the truth."

    I took my first Physics test yesterday and came out with about a -- 0 grade -- and you're to blame. Every time I pick up that doggone book, or any other, and start reading along, my my mind starts to wondering about Helen, while my eyes read on to the bottom of the page. Then I wake up and start all over again -- with the same results. And hence the final results are disastrous. And likewise, I often get to dreaming in some class or lecture so that I'm afraid I won't pass a single course, unless you change your mind and decide to write me some real letters and let me stop dreaming. I'm sorry you're so lonesome, but maybe it'll make you appreciate how I feel about you.

    I think I better write to Mary Louise and keep tab on you, so will you please give me her address. I'm afraid you aren't playing square -

With 1,000,000,000 tons of love

Henry .

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