Text: “Friday night. My own Sweetheart: The note I dashed off yesterday I wrote in such a hurry *I really hardly know what I told you - but I suppose it was all right; if not, please take it right. I love you. We had another boat ride last night, just our bunch and about two rushes, and had a very good time. Had a smaller boat that pitched pretty badly, but that made it all the more fun. I certainly do feel that I have gotten with the best Buch of men in school, all men, and I like them fine, and they must have been very favorably impressed, for they bid me before I had been in the house a half an hour.The {}’s bid me the night before, and the Phi Chi’s wanted me to promise not to do anything until I could get over there again. Charlie Williams, Charlie Hartwick and I have a very nice room, in fact I believe the best in the house, and we are gradually getting it all fixed up, and as we are getting it straightened up, it has been the “bull-pen” (if you will Parton the expression) for the last two days; all the fellows drop in and out, and each one, as he sees the picture on the mantel over my table, goes absolutely into ecstasies over it; one boy, especially, said he didn’t blame me for not being able to stand to look at that beautiful moon out on the water last night and wanting to get too “serious” when I did! My, but it surely did make me think of how only a few nights ago I held you in mine, all mine — but you are still mine, even though I can’t hold you just now, aren’t you? I enjoyed your letter as much this morning, and am looking forward to another in the morning, please don’t disappoint me. Went swimming again this afternoon and had a big time. My, how often I think of you, and wish you could be here. Tell Miss Hargin I appreciate her good words very much — I think you and she might to be good friends! I love you, I love you, and miss you so much. Felix.”