Text: “Saturday noon. Sweetheart, My Own — Please, please, of course I want you to tell me everything, for I am deeply interested in anything that interests or pertains to you in any way. I was only disappointed you could not tell me more in the letter, and so sorry I could not be there to help you maybe see the less bitter side. Yes, some of these supervisors can be mighty rude and hard and inconsiderate, to say the very least, and I know just how disgusted and blue it makes you feel. How I do wish I were in a position to keep you from, protect you from having to teach another day — to waste your love on other people’s children. I wish nothing more than to be able to do that, to see you absolutely happy. Do I love you? Why — no! Just the plain word love is too mild, yet for want of a more complete term — I love you, with all of me — no matter what comes or what others do or say. It seems to me I have heard Woodpin fuss at home about this Miss Garretson — she must just be the kind you have to try to overlook, or to tell to go — — . So your Cousin Ollie is to be made principal? That surely will be nice, and a good sign of the appreciation and confidence they have in her. We took time out (rather slipped off) last night to see “The Pride of Palimar” — and it certainly was one more good show. I got so excited over the horse-race as if I had actually been there. But I think that’s about the last show I’ll go to till after finals. They’re certainly piling it on, and unless [page 2] we deliberately take time off, we don’t have time to think straight. Thank goodness we don’t have any chem. next term; I may be in line for the makeup, but I won’t have to go to class and listen to this sorry prof. We got back some histology papers yesterday, about half the class, or more busted, and somehow or other I made 19 out of 20 points. Only one higher grade was made — McMurray made 19 1/2. But that’s not chemistry! It surely is going to be pretty this afternoon — my, I do wish we could be starting out somewhere, some long drive together, anywhere. I might is supposed to be […] night — but I’m afraid I won’t get out — for several reasons, mostly excuse. We have the last quizzes in histology and in chemistry next week, and I would surely like to be able to make a good grade in each. I read Gents your love to him — and he surely did have a time ever getting it past the censor — and even then he got only mighty little! I feel sorry for him once in a while, he hasn’t passed a quiz since before Xmas, and only barely then, and is getting really discouraged. We’ve been trying to keep him up and keep him from thinking he’s going to bust out; of course he won’t if he keep fighting. But it surely does take consistency fighting and grinding, to accomplish anything worth while. You even have to put up with hard-boiled supervisors some times. I’m so sorry she hurt your feelings, but I am so glad you are so conscientious — it’s that, I believe and not hypersensitiveness. I love you for everything [page 3] you do and are — and am so proud of you for being so brave and — sweet. I wish I could spend the long Sunday afternoon and evening with you tomorrow. Would I be happy? Could you help drive away any blue feelings? Could I help you drive away any cares? You can hardly imagine how terribly I long for you and miss you. But, there’ll come a day — Your own always and for good - Felix.”
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