September 25, 1927, Baltimore to El Paso

Dearest, Baltimore seems the same. I got here the day of the big fight + listened to it that night over the Scotts' radio. We've got a pretty good apartment here with a stove + oven -thing. (This is being written on the installment plan – this is the fourth time I've started to write on it.) Bively came down yesterday + went back home in the afternoon, and I have a couple of Irishmen with me in his place. Last night we bought some steak, potatoes, corn, etc,. + cooked ourselves a royal blowout , + we expect to do the same thing today School starts tomorrow. If you'll come up + live with me I'll kick Bively out – how about it. This would make a swell little love nest. I'm waiting to hear how school is getting along – guess I'll get a letter pretty soon. Love , Henry 873 Park Avenue

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