June 19, 1927, Orange, New York, to El Paso

Friday 19th Dear Helen : As I say before, I ketchere picture, and get epistle yesterday. A few days later than usual because I am now in Orange. I arrived to find funny welcome for son. Not a soul around and I had to play second-story Jimmy to get bed to sleep in. All right now since key was put in different place. Mother is in Pennsylvania , frere still in Boston, soeur, somewhere and Dad in Couse. but due home Sunday. I got back Tuesday and have been trying to find out what I'm supposed to do; but outside of mowing the lawn, I've been about as unoccupied and lonely as any where. At least tho ', I get in a few sets of tennis when it isn't raining. Say for a profitable job, this place is as popular as No-man's land must have been on the night of a big drive. I'm glad to hear of your Presbyterian efforts. You'll have to publish a book “Out little missionary causes “ or something like that. Talking about Rouse, I just got a card from Latin Prof. who is there too. I guess he is in Naples by now. C.E. Bennett is name, perhaps Ruth met him, huh! No I didn't see some more plays. Fellows I go with more biologically than dramatically inclined ; so I can't get there to “Road to Rouse” or any others. Criss Cross I did see but nothing's else you see. “Hit the Deck” was the newest I saw. They're all opening up with new stuff now that I've left. I guess they figured the old was much too good for me. You can come back east any time you like and I'll give you a degree for a course in pre-marital love and relations. I'm sure you could get a good mark. All joking away, then. I really am sorry that things had to go as they did. You should have been “dumb” or something so you have to come back this year. I even envy the scum of Juarez since they are going to see you. How would you like to tipple with me along that world famed bar. (don't say it's a sorry picture.) Its a shame the country isn't colla prable or portable or something or else that human time was infinite. (This isn't supposed to be a riddle) I have hesitated heretofore about the Griselda or (e) likeness you wished we to imitate. Who or which one did you mean. Bocaccio and Frenchmen galore all seem to have various connotations. However, I'll be patient. The weather already indicates autumn in Mass. And with it the omnipotent impulse to Amherst. It is funny what associations will do to a person. It can't go on for ever tho. 10 more months and I'll be spreading my wings for a test flight, correct? Please, let me off now because I couldn't write decently to anyone today if I went to Hades. I can't write news, and you don't like sentiment, so I'll just have to bide my time hoping I can choke sentiment into you some day. Nevertheless, With love, Ted .