October 11, 1927, Baltimore to El Paso

Dearest, Tempus fidgets – and I haven't heard from you for quite a while. I did get one letter from you the other day, but you still owe me several. And seeing how I rate with you , I've about decided not to come home at Xmas as I threatened to do in my last letter. Your allowance was very gratefully received , and I expect to find great need for it before the month is gone. Scarcely a day passes that we don't hear of something we're supposed to have – and haven't. The fraternity thru the annual big smoker Friday night – and I'm still smoking. Several of the Faculty Alumni were there, and they lost some of their austerity for a few hours. We have a one-hour lecture a week in Psychiatry, conducted by an extremely witty red-headed Irishman. He never calls the roll, but he's so comical that no one cuts. I love you, my dear, Henry.

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