"Dearest Jean:
How glad will I be to see you? Well, let's see- I ought to be sort of glad, hadn't I? I guess I will- yes I'm quite sure I'll be glad to see you. Why not?
Darn it, Jean, that was a dumb question- when you know- yes you do- that nothing in my life matters half so much as just seeing you. And you ask me how glad I'll be. Shamy on you!
And if you're not feeling well this trip and start worrying about my having changed- I'll spank you as sure as your name is Jean Sweetheart Boone. So there. One would think that even if you had no faith in me you'd be conscious enough of your own charm to know that I'm not going to change my mind about wanting you forever and ever.
Tonight is the night. I can see no reason for postponing it- I'm going to work all night. And I'll think of you- buried to your nose- sawing off sleep in great chunks, heedless of how lucky you are. I feel like the Maine farmer did when the man asked him where he was going and he replied "To Bangor to get drunk, and gosh, how I dread it."
I spent this morning trying to account for an eleven hour a day shortage to Waterloo. I found it, reported it, and all is well.
The new College Humor is out and I must get one. I mustn't let my work interfere with my cultural development. How Miss Talmage would writhe to hear that. She required an explanation when she saw me carrying some Botany specimens in a "Saturday Evening Post."
I wrote to Herschel a mean line. Repaid his dig at us- with interest.
How I would have loved to get up for a 7:45 chem class this morning. You know, one think I liked about that chem class was that it got me up in the morning. At least in time for breakfast before chapel.
You've started on the last lap of the school year. Flunk day will soon be due and that always marked the end of the year for me. I never did any work after flunk day. Why should I begin then.
Miss K came to me this P.M. to ask to be excused at 3:00 P.M. I had just been checking absences and before she could say a word started raving about girls taking so much time off. I scared her to death and she almost changed her mind. She was quite apologetic but I told her to forget it and run along. She certainly is a peach.
Day after tomorrow, honey, is the big day. And if I don't forget I'll be very glad to dine with you. I'll call you upon my arrival- if I don't forget.
Bye, bye, sweetheart. I'll probably be saying "Good night" to the Jean on my bureau when this arrives in C.R.
I love you
Bob