September 17, 1923 El Paso to Northhampton, Massachusetts

 Sept. Morn, Sunday.

Let's leave off the parentheses next time.

Deare(est) Helen,

I am glad you're having such a keen time, and all that, and that you can get a single room. But----- I've read your letter clear through, three times, and I don't like the attitude you take, when you say that your letter is so horribly long that I probably won't read that far. And right after that you say "I should worry." This doesn't sound as though you had been thinking of what I told you the night of the Monday before you left. 

   Your Mother called me up last night, and asked me if I had heard from you. I told her you were freezing to death, and she said she was afraid you would. Ha! Ha! She likewise said it was mighty lonesome out there.

   Jack Vowell [I would meet Jack Vowell 60 years after this was written, but he would not mention to me that he knew my grandfather] just came by and slipped me a date card, and made several dates for me with his fraternity. I got me a reservation in the same car with Clare and Katherine. I think there's a whole mob going down Tuesday. This is all the news for this week, but maybe there'll be more next. I want to hear from you next week, and don't forget it.

Lotta Love,

Henry

P.S. Mrs. Barrit lives at 2712 Nueces St.