Text: “Friday night. My Own Sweetheart - Your letter was handed me this morning between Anatomy and histology laboratory. I stopped in the hall a few minutes to read it, and went in to class so pepped up I could barely hold in. Then I put in two good hours and work Yes, really, I think you would make a much better “doctor’s wife” than doctor, rather I believe you’d be much happier in that position I love you, my how I love you! and I believe I could warm you up a little bit tonight - I’d give anything in the world for a chance to try, anyway! A date with you, the smooth beach drive, the cool gulf breeze, the roaring surf — heaven, more than heaven for the very first part, the date with you, is that, here in Austin, anywhere. I wonder if our place by the country club has been missing us. I’d surely like to be there now. But it’s really not so terribly long till Thanksgiving, just a little over a month, and except for longing for you, time passes very quickly down here, one Saturday seems to follow right on the next; I suppose it’s because nothing so very eventful happens during the week and we have our time pretty well filled. Will I give you the chance!? Well, just wait an’ see. What are we going to do Thursday night? Well, we probably won’t go to a picture show! I started to go to Dallas tonight to see the Texas-Vanderbilt game, they had some rates on from Houston, and Charlie H. Wanted me to go and stay with him, but we finally ended up by both staying here, and saving that much more of what little ‘monies’ we have left. Instead I bought me another chemistry book to see if I couldn’t find out what this bird has been lecturing about; three weeks, and 90% of the class don’t know what he’s talking about; he certainly is sorry. The main trouble I believe is that he’s talking way over our heads. I do hope that headache and fever did not really turn out to be the dengue. I would hate so much to think of your being sick. Excuse me and I’ll write a little more on the back of this, then get to work, although it’s way after 10 now. Charlie W. Is still in the hospital, but intends to come home tomorrow. Say, didn’t you get mixed up on your dates? You headed your letter Thursday night, the post mark reads Thursday noon! All the days are alike here, except Saturday, when we have all afternoon off. I thought of something else deathly important I wanted to tell you a while ago, but seemed to have forgotten it, maybe it wasn’t so important after all. Dream about me again, and I’ll do the same for you, yes, kiss you and hold you. Your own Felix.”
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