Text: “Saturday afternoon. My Own Precious Sweetheart — I can’t imagine why the mail should have been so irregular this week — I haven’t missed a day writing to you, and have gotten them off as usual. I’m sorry, and hope you haven’t missed them too much. One more week has rolled by, with only five more to go until finals start — and what we have still got to cover! It’s been hot these last two days, and we spent the greater part of this afternoon out on East beach — just lots of people were in. Charlie Hardwicke and I spent two hours this morning and the first part of the afternoon looking at and buying suits and hats, etc. We looked and looked, until we were just tired and disgusted. I finally went back and bought one the first suits I had tried on — a real light weight whip cord. Last night we had our regular annular banquet out at John’s Place — out close to the causeway. It’s not such a wonderful place, but the food — that’s why we went there — shrimp cocktail, fried chicken galore, strawberry shortcake were some of the courses. A member of the doctors were over from Houston and one came down form Waco, and I believed everybody had a real enjoyable time. And my honorable roommate Chas. P. Hardwicke made one of the best speeches on the program — and was so “sot” he could hardly stand up. He introduced each of the freshmen separately to take the whole party, letting something of the character of each — when he came to me he excused himself from making any remarks about my character on the ground that I was his roommate and that he knew too much about me, too much on me to start out at all. On the whole it was a very sober occasion — considering what a banquet of medical students and doctors usually is — yours truly being among those who did not have — or should I say could not get — a drop. No, I could have gotten it, you know. The hideous d[…] you sent was very impressive — yes, I have met with all of them already, of course haven’t treated any cases yet, but have studied each type of bacterium represented — presuming Mr. V. D. was venereal disease, and the rat plague bacillus pestis. Galli Curci is to be here some time next week — I believe Monday, but I am afraid I am just going to have to miss her, much as I know I would enjoy it. How did you like her? Libo, please don’t say yet that you won’t be able to make the final ball. You may be able to arrange to get off some way or other. Supper!! ‘Scuse the interruption, please, but when that bell rings — well last come no serve — cause there usually isn’t any left! And after the workout this afternoon I had a terrible appetite. I do hope you will be able to come down for the final ball. A couple of the seniors who are going to intern in New York next year, have just reserved passage on a steamer from here there, sailing on the 23rd of June, I believe, — $63.00. But you would be going before then, wouldn’t you? This has been a fighting full week, even though we haven’t had any quizzes. Even with it all we managed to see “Jam head” the other night at the Queen, and it was real good, leaving somewhat of a sad feeling over you, but a very effective show. We got back our bacteriology papers yesterday, with the monthly oral quiz grades averaged in, and I mad a B, but bet I didn’t do as well in the parasitology , which we have under the same prof. Sweetheart, if I don’t hurry down and put this on the train it won’t get off tonight. I love you, I love you, with all my whole heart. Charlie Williams sends his hello. Kiss me with all your might — Your own, Felix.”
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