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Sept. 7, 1942
I love you,
How is my Honey today? O.K. I betcha. I guess I will have to find a new way to start my letters. It seems as if I’ve been starting them the same way for months.
Just forget about giving Twila Pierce’s address.—He has a girl back home—A couple he writes to I guess. One he is engaged to. He would be a good guy for Twila—but forget it. As far as her falling in love and getting her heart broke, that makes me laugh. Not that it is impossible, it just isn’t probable.
I like your idea of a house—wish I could build one. Maybe someday.
As to your question about the girl on the bus from Franklin. I should of explained a little, I might of know that a woman is very curious. Ha.
You know—I correspond with
a guy I used to work for back home. He and I were darn good friends and were togetter a lot. He was in the last war and he knows how to write a guy a good letter. He also knows how to send a good box. Ha.
Maybe there is a motive to my writing. Ha.—Well—his wife always sticks in a paragraph or two. They have a daughter who was and I believe still is living in Akron (I used to date her now and then). They took her down to catch a bus to Akron one day and she told me that she thought she saw my sweetheart board the bus at the same time.—I don’t know whether she did or not, and if she did I don’t know how she knew who you were unless Mom was with you or something like that.—I just wanted to know
to) in order to find out if she did see you or whether she was mistaken. Besides if any girl back home is telling any tall ( tail) tales about me I like to find out so I would know whether to expect a storm or not.—Ha—You needn’t worry Honey—Some day I’ll take you to meet them—they are very nice people and Bert and his wife are pals of mine. There daughter (the one on the bus) always said I was like a big brother to her and she never really had one. She’s O.K. too—A little wild perhaps—but O.K.
Sho I like Glenn Miller—Every time I hear him (which is seldom) I think of you and how you liked him—I do like to listen to him and if I have such a thing as a
favorite band—I guess it would be him.—I also like the guy with the sweet trombone, I don’t know his name—I can’t never think of it—You know—”Does Your Heart Beat For Me.” I like that song anyway.
I hope you got to go home Fri. nite.—Make a nice weekend at home. Wish I could of spent it with you.
This is Labor Day. Guess we won’t be cutting any steaks with my hunting knife today will we.—Ha.
Say—I kind of like these wide tablets to write on—Seems to me I can say more, go faster and looks slightly better then plain paper—I always run every way but the right way on plain paper—Plain paper looks better and is more for letters anyways I guess.
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I am going tomorrow to see about the Cadets. I’m crossing my fingers—rubbing your ring and also the four leaf clover your mother gave me.—I ought to make it hadn’t I?
Gee Honey I sure would like to come home (
fo) if only for a few days, especially before it gets cold and begins to snow. I’d sure like to take at least one walk with my Sweetheart ( to) without shivering. I don’t ( think) think I would shiver much but she might and I always like to see her comfortable.
Well Honey I’ll try to finish this later on in the evening—it is only 2:25 now—I’m getting an early start.
I Love You
x Walt x
I Love You
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I love you,
Here I am again,
It is almost dark already, so thees letter won’t be veery long.
I am sending back some old letters tonight. They are like old friends I hate to send them off.
For the past hr. I have been living with you or as close as it is possible to get—I’ve been picking out some of your old letters at random and reading them, You sure are my Honey aren’t you Honey?—Yes indeed!
I am also sending a cute little “Know your liquors”— Ha.
With all the religion floating around maybe you are getting away from such evil tho’ts—Ha—But I’ll take a chance.
Say—That was pretty plain speaking on Thelma’s part. Does she know you tell me all those things.—If I ever meet her how am I going to keep from smiling—Ha Ha Ha—I’m smiling now.—Ho Ho Ho.
Don’t stop now—I was just kidding.
Well Dearest—It is time to say
I Love You
x Walt x
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KNOW YOUR LIQUORS
Old Oscar Pepper ………. Told
Mr Boston ………………… Who was an
Old Quaker ………………. That he saw
Paul Jones ……………….. Take
Virginia Dare ……………. Down to
Cobb’s Creek …………….. Through the
Crab Orchard ……………. Back of the
Log Cabin …………………. And for a
Silver Dollar ……………… She lay her
Bottoms Up ……………… In a bed of
Four Roses ……………….. He tickled her
Vat “69” ……………………. With
Three Feathers ………….. Stuck his
Canadian Club …………… Into her
Old Drum ………………….. Gave her a shot of
Cream of Kentucky …….. And so came the