September 7, 1927, Orange, Massachusetts, to El Paso

Tony: Yes, those were some excellent excuses. Was sort o' wondering if something wasn't happening out that way. I hope you didn't break the lining sneezing so much. I just got back from Boston the last of the week and I did miss not having a letter home for me. I think it may be “greaser' did get you truly and I was just putting on hiking shoes to fetch you when letter came. I do picture you at your invocation to a school-teacher's blessed throne. May you survive – if you were a drinking lady I would suggest two little high balls one for each leg, but as par not – steady yourself on the nearest wall. Don't let your tongue get mixed up with your tonsils or become otherwise overly acrobatic. Don't say this sounds like Will Rogers corn if it does look wet. Because you know, little one, I'm always looking out for your best. The 'weather bureau' would like to report better prevailing conditions of the atmosphere of late. Labor Day was the first decent one in years out here. I don't understand it. This whole town migrates to Boston on that day so I had the place pretty much to myself. James College is much the same as when I say I go to Amherst. They always answer, it seems, 'Elle, yes! there is an Agricultural School down there.” “Rushing” paraphanalia is pouring in so I guess it is time to get on the horse and mosey over. I get as much kick out of it all as I used to when I had to sit in Hubbard House on a nice moon-light summer's evening. Don't misunderstand me, this is comparatively speaking The usual football forecasts have the annual gloomy forebodings with everyone but the coach crippled, dead or ineligible. One of the fellows I was with this summer isn't even coming back according to the papers, and he'll be out there like a bull the first day of practice. The rest of my sermon will be about Transatlantic' trips. More seem to be feeding the fishes than any thing else. Well, I guess the food must be getting scarce or God wouldn't send them. The old “zheese” about every thing that happens should happen doesn't appeal when applied . Now, Tony, how you get along. The months go fast but the days retire slowly here and I get too much time to muse. So much I think it is bad for me. And you probably don't get chance to bit the hay enough to give eyes a rest. I don't know what ails me but a rest cure is being administered by the Fates so what can I do. If it were to continue long my mind wouldn't make up at all. Write me at Amherst with any thing that gets this way around the 13th and there after. Love, Ted.