Text: “Thursday night. My Very Own — How I do wish I could be there, or you here, to help you forget those worries, and love you and love you, and kiss you million times. Your letter was brought to me at school, during anatomy lab, and I enjoyed it so much, I had to leave the lab to go out and read it again — and experienced thrills as never before; why? I don’t know. Should I be all that happy that you miss me so much, that your [sic] blue when I’m away? No, you know it wasn’t that, and I do, too. To know that you love me all that much, to know that you sometimes feel just like I so often feel — that I want nothing, nothing than just to be with you, to love and be loved, really loved — that was what made me feel so good — a quiet inward good feeling. Sweetheart, I love you, I love you. And I’ll say I’ll be there Mar. 2nd if I have to walk. Drs. Williams, Hardwick and Butts had a little conference regarding the report of there being a stiff at the Delta Chi house there is Austin, and after much debating pro and con came to the unanimous conclusion (that’s the way most of our conclusions are) that the report must have been highly exaggerated, that it was next to an impossibility, and that it must simply have been due and is to be attributed to the boisterous attitude and tone with which some of our promising premeds like to “kid” the girls. We hate to doubt his veracity, yet we can not conscientiously give and credence to such a report. — Gents says he knows him, and says he seems to be a very nice fellow. Wonder if Dad’s going to accept his new position. I heard him say some time ago he wouldn’t much care for such an executive place. I wish he’d go to practicing myself. You remember the place we stopped in Waco coming thru Xmas a year ago? My Uncle there died last week. The folks went up to the funeral - drove up and back in one day. I surely was sorry to hear about it all. It’s getting late, dear, and I must write the folks a line or two before retiring, so kiss me goodnight. I love you, and am so sorry you have to feel blue once in a while, but — well, I know how it feels, and love you thousands. Your own F.L.B.”
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