Thurs night.
11:00 o’clock.

Dearest,

In bed again it seems like thats where I always am when I write you. I went down to the college band practice tonight there were three cornets there and none of them could keep the place over six measures they have a real band. Tomorrow night 12 of us are playing for the junior play we don’t know what but something. Since we moved into the office I have been taking a shower every night I just about freeze walking down there and back in a bathrobe then I stand in it and soak for about a half hour are anyway till all the hot H2O runs out of the tank.

Stoutzenburg really blew up yesterday half at me and half at an other kid she jumped on me for never copying my assignment she talked on that for 15 minutes we sure aren’t hitting it off very good any more. I went in after class and asked her for another set of review questions because I lost mine and I expected her to blow up but she was just as nice as she could be (I can’t figure these women out.)

Bobs ^[1]Tom’s friend, Bob Blizzardtrying to fall in love again this time with Shirley Ward he sort of held back because he thought she was too young but Bill B. and Baker seemed to do O.K., so he has decided to try.

You don’t need to worry about me being a good boy because I am too busy to be bad and in my spare time I am always thinking of you and what your doing and wondering if you think of me as much as I think of you. I do love you Zoe more than I could tell you here or any other time but I think you know I do.

Write soon. (even if it is just a note.)

With all my love,

Tom