December 9, 1923, Austin to Northampton, Massachusetts

Dearest Helen, [a line is drawn across "Dearest Helen"] this one goes, too.


Mi Dulce Corazon, [arrow drawn from this line to above line]


I'm an honorable man and always pay my debts, so I insist on paying you the yankee dime I owe you at the first opportunity.

Whoever got the idea that I was breaking all records in ZO didn't say what kind of records – maybe I am breaking some – here are the grades of the quizzes I've taken : 46, 49, 46 – I've sure got to do some cramming. Likewise I flunked another Physics quiz Tuesday, but I haven't heard what I got. Howsomever I made an E on a French quiz the other day and I think I made another one yesterday.

I got your Campus Cat. It's very humorous – I suppose – or punny to say the most. I'll send you a “Daily Texan " someday if I can ever hang on to one long enough to get it mailed.

Now here's a word of warning, dahgoneye. This Christmas vacation is the dangerous time. I don't know where you're going, but anyway there are almost certain to be some good looking college boys or men of some kind to be hanging around; and after you've been penned up at Smith, if it's like you seem to say, you're liable to take a fall for the first one that comes along. So please watch your step, for my sake.

I think we might write to each other a little more often than once a week during the holidays, don't you? I'll let you decide the frequency. Address my next letter to 1110 E. Rio, El Paso, Tex. [Zillow lists this address as a 3-bed/1-bath apartment home] please.

If I'm going to come back after Christmas, I've got to cram like the dickens, so I'll have to lay off now.

Please watch your step!

With a hundred burro-power of Love, (we're studying about horsepower in Physics Now.)

Henry .

P.S. We had to define peristalsis on a Zo quiz the other day.

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