Text: “Thursday night. My Own Dearest. I take back all the hard things I said last night about not getting that letter, I am sorry I let my feelings get the best of me to that extent! Please excuse me. But you know that I love you, love only you, that I am working the best I know how for you, and only you. If I could only see you for about five minutes even, I believe I […] show you, tell you, at least in part, how much I love you. Two letters from you today, and I did enjoy them so much. Right after supper tonight they called all of us, freshman up to a room, we, of course expecting a beating up. But no, on the contrary, it was just the opposite. A couple of the instructors and doctors were there, to give us a heart to heart talk on the seriousness of the whole situation, to warn us of the seriousness of getting behind, and to offer their assistance to any of us that might be in trouble any time. Of course we know it’s hard, that we do have to study unusually hard these first two years, but it makes you feel good to know that some those who have gone there the same thing are interested in you. On the whole the spirit was fine, and very inspiring. But so many of these freshman haven’t the kind of real inspiration, the kind that can come only from one who is very dear to you, the only thing that is worthwhile working for this old world. You know what I am driving at, I love you better than anything in the world — and would give my soul, I believe, for a date with you tonight. I haven’t heard from either of the quizzes yet. We have an oral quiz in histology tomorrow, for which I am going to study tonight. We have surely been put thru today, nine hours of hard work all the time, and I am real down right tired tonight. But I’ll bet you’re downright tired of all this raving about how we have to work. If so, I’ll try to keep some of it to myself, or cuss about it with the other poor sufferers. The only consolation is that what you have once learned, no one can deprive you of, and that everything you do or learn here beards directly on what kind of a doctor and what kind of a success you will make. Initiation has been put off till next Friday, because several A.K.K. doctors form Houston were coming over, and can’t come tomorrow; then, too, Charlie W. is still sick, although he was feeling much better tonight. It’s getting study time — Oh yes, I forgot to tell you we had a big fire right across the street from us last night about 2:30, a big two story house, all the inside and roof ruined; of course we all turned out for the excitement — some wop’s home. Kiss me, yes, of course I’ll lend you a kiss, only you lend me an equal number in return, so we can pay them off simultaneously! Sweetest dreams — Your own Felix.”
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