June 30, 1925, From Thomaston, Connecticut, to El Paso

Dear Helen: 

Are you in love? (And with a bang, the show started.) 

I would that you might clear this now. I've been wanting to write this long time and hereafter I shall write each Saturday morning expecting you to do the same. 

I am very glad that the trip was successful and I know and hope the old town of El Paso livins up, for your sake. My Gawd! little lady, but you do love your dancing, don't you? Wish that I might say the same. I hadn't thought of it but there is a girl here from Conn. Aggie, who is not half bad, with whom I could trust myself. 

I've been wondering, Helen, (how much more I like this than Tex at school) just what sort of reactions would and have come to me since June 15th. There is an old saying, now popular, “I can't get the one I want” that makes me think of you but I suppose I had better get those I can and let it go. Oh! I am a spineless critter ! But it's ver' fine ting. Really, tho, I am thinking of you and unless something happens soon I'm just going to raise hell as suppression is bad, and in this case, too bad. Though you would never realize it I am not built of marble or lifeless stock and I can't help venting my feelings upon occasion. That's a helluva thing to say to me in such a manner. “George Rice chaperoned me very nicely etc, etc.” For two cents I shoot him, and myself after that. Just as tho, I didn't know that he would. At any rate I hope that I may sometime have a similar opportunity. Now, no solliloquies either as to shooting or opportunities as they won't help me a bit. I'm winking. 

I thank you for your good luck wishes and I will try not to be a growling bear but judge my affections by my concern and I will not feel that this letter has gone to waste. 

I will close now with best regards to you and this Texas man [presumably my grandfather]. Gee, I don't even know his name, and by all means think of yourself and when there isn't anything else to do give me the benefit of a minute or two. Good luck to you, little girl; whatever that may be in your mind. 

Sincerely, Ted 

P.S. I'll write about myself next time as I haven't time for more now. T L.