Dear Ted,
You'll never guess how or where I read your last letter. It's this way –. I was at the beauty shop yesterday after work until about 7:30 p.m. & mother and my sisters (and Gladys's sister) came after me. When I got in the car they very generously handed me the letter plus a flash light. Of course they were only kidding but when I discovered that they intended not on going straight home but on taking a little ride, I proceeded to take them up on their little “joke.” There I sat in the back seat reading by flash light. Can't you just imagine how cute I looked? Can't you also imagine how much “razzing” I got? Some fun, huh?
I hasten to reassure you that you will be getting a picture before too long. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon and will be able to get them in 1 ½ weeks. Will that be too long? If it is, you'll just have to wait anyway. There's nothing more I can do at present. Anyway, you don't really want it that badly, do you?
About the young lady in Philadelphia. You just know I'd tell you to do as you please but I agree that courtesy demands some sort of an answer. If I were in her place, I don't believe I would like being entirely ignored. That seems a little too rude. And if you really feel about the situation as you say you do, I think it best to let her know. In other word, you have my permission to write to her if that is all you're waiting for. Anyway, Ted, you know you're still a free moral agent, don't you? Don't misinterpret that last remark, please. I'm not trying to be “catty” or sarcastic really.
I'm in sort of a hurry today. I'm due at a Federation of Telephone Workers dinner before long. After that we are to hear a special speaker from Chicago I believe. So I don't believe I'll get to bed early enough tonight. Tragic, isn't it?
I've been doing pretty well getting up at 5:45 am these last 2 weeks. At least I haven't been late yet. I have 2 more mornings to go and then I hope they'll give me my other hours back. I can't guarantee them I'd get there at 7:00 a.m. every morning during the winter so they'd better not trust me.
I was certainly glad to hear you had such a grand day Sunday. I know you can make a success of the work. You see, I have confidence in you.
Mary Evelyn just “blew in.” She never comes in very quietly; she's started in already – talking, I mean.
Well Ted, I really must be closing. I must catch the bus down town and you know they don't wait for anyone – not even me. I don't have a chauffeur tonight either. I hope I have as good a dinner as mother is preparing.
Good-bye now with
Love,
Dolores
You'll never guess how or where I read your last letter. It's this way –. I was at the beauty shop yesterday after work until about 7:30 p.m. & mother and my sisters (and Gladys's sister) came after me. When I got in the car they very generously handed me the letter plus a flash light. Of course they were only kidding but when I discovered that they intended not on going straight home but on taking a little ride, I proceeded to take them up on their little “joke.” There I sat in the back seat reading by flash light. Can't you just imagine how cute I looked? Can't you also imagine how much “razzing” I got? Some fun, huh?
I hasten to reassure you that you will be getting a picture before too long. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon and will be able to get them in 1 ½ weeks. Will that be too long? If it is, you'll just have to wait anyway. There's nothing more I can do at present. Anyway, you don't really want it that badly, do you?
About the young lady in Philadelphia. You just know I'd tell you to do as you please but I agree that courtesy demands some sort of an answer. If I were in her place, I don't believe I would like being entirely ignored. That seems a little too rude. And if you really feel about the situation as you say you do, I think it best to let her know. In other word, you have my permission to write to her if that is all you're waiting for. Anyway, Ted, you know you're still a free moral agent, don't you? Don't misinterpret that last remark, please. I'm not trying to be “catty” or sarcastic really.
I'm in sort of a hurry today. I'm due at a Federation of Telephone Workers dinner before long. After that we are to hear a special speaker from Chicago I believe. So I don't believe I'll get to bed early enough tonight. Tragic, isn't it?
I've been doing pretty well getting up at 5:45 am these last 2 weeks. At least I haven't been late yet. I have 2 more mornings to go and then I hope they'll give me my other hours back. I can't guarantee them I'd get there at 7:00 a.m. every morning during the winter so they'd better not trust me.
I was certainly glad to hear you had such a grand day Sunday. I know you can make a success of the work. You see, I have confidence in you.
Mary Evelyn just “blew in.” She never comes in very quietly; she's started in already – talking, I mean.
Well Ted, I really must be closing. I must catch the bus down town and you know they don't wait for anyone – not even me. I don't have a chauffeur tonight either. I hope I have as good a dinner as mother is preparing.
Good-bye now with
Love,
Dolores
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