May 9, 1924, Austin to Northampton, Massachusetts

Dear Helen,

What's the matter?!!! I haven't heard from you for over two weeks. Are you too busy to write – have you fallen for somebody – are you sick – haven't you any paper – are you so broke you can't buy stamps (that's the situation I was in a week or two ago) ? If you don't feel like taking the trouble to write, please make just one more effort and tell me so.

The interscholastic league representatives from EPHS were down here a week ago, and they sure didn't help my studying any – I got the whole sum of 25 on a chem quiz – on the basis of 100, too – and I haven't been able to get down to work yet. Now if you had taken me up on that bet when I first asked you to I wouldn't be in such straits now.

I did some wild dispipating when that bunch from El Paso was down here. Went to a dance and everythin' – and more than that I came out alive, but almost dead. Then, Sunday, Henry Moore and Ralph and I rented a Ford and went over to San Antonio, where they were spending the day. We found them at about 3 PM and then rode all over town. We got back at 3:15 AM. With about 2 hrs. sleep to our credit.

I hope you've been a good little girl, way up there in Boston. I'll be waiting to keep that first date with you just as soon as I can have it.

It's dinner time now and I guess I'd better mote along if I want anything to eat. I'm expecting a long, long letter from you to make up for the neglect.

Love,

Henry

P.S. I've just hocked my banjo to buy this envelope – farewell to musical achievement

 

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