March 28, 1924, Austin to Brookline, Massachusetts

Dearest Egg,


'splain yo'self. How come you didn't write to me and tell me where you would be as soon as you knew. Here I've been flunking all my exams just so I could write to you – uselessly. Don't you think you owe me something for that.

I'm perfectly satisfied with your grades whether Dr. Roberts is or not. I think 79th in a class of over 600 in a place like Smith is good enough for anybody. Tell him I said so, and then of course he'll think so too.

I've been leading a gay life over the weekend. In spite of my bankrupt condition I cashed a hot check, and Ralph and H. Moore and I took in “When A Man's A Man.” This afternoon I've spent all my time burning matches to see whether or not you loved me. They all broke off; does it mean that you don't love me any more or did I just get a bum box of matches.

Have you been having a good time? Write and tell me all about it, Honey.

Well its about time for me to hear my bedtime story (4:30 PM), So I'll have to tell you goodnight.

dash lots + lots of love,

Henry

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