Sunday April 20, 1941
7:30P.M.
Dear Mary Rose:
Here I am spending Sunday evening at home. Wouldn't my parents be shocked. Ah! but it's not at home or even at the barracks. It's in the hospital! As you might have heard over the fence. I've been here since Thursday A.M. Supposed to have accute bronchitis. I had had a sore throat and cough for about a week and one half and finally decided to go see the doctor. He said I had a fever and so slapped me in this heavenly place. I feel very well now however and my fever is slowly coming in line. The sore throat has gone and I should be set free Tuesday morning.
Easter didn't seem like Easter but the date indicated it as Easter, so I suppose it was Easter. Am I right?
Ash is also in the hospital but he too is on the mend. Trouble-sore ears and throat.
I heard the "hit parade" last night and it seems as though all of the songs we danced to are still at the top of the list. We listen to Glenn Miller every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday at 9:00 P.M. after the lights have gone out. Everyone waits for his "killer"number and at it's completion we drop off to solemn slumber.
The work details are as bad and as many as ever. We are told that this will be done away with shortly and soon we should begin drilling daily. We should and I hope!
Last week we received 80 new horses. They are really beautiful and seem to surpass any that we already have. By the way have you done any riding as yet? You must learn so we can go for an early morning cantor on my day off. Sometime in the distant future. You will have plenty of time to become expert, so don't hurry.
You must get this week's "LIFE" and read all about the U.S. Cavalryman. A very fine article. Learn something about your army.
Well I said enough for a so called sick man so I must stop here or run out of space. So long for the present and I hope to write you from a different location next time.
As Ever
Stan
P.S. I haven't forgotten the picture.
Cincinnati, Ohio
April 23, 1941
Dear Stan:
Hello sick one or are you a sick one or a well one- Ihope by this time you are a well one. Sounds to me like Ashley and you were in cahoots and just playing hookey for a few days. Still- how are both of you by this time. P.S. in the middle of a letter "Yes I heard yesterday about the two of you and Pearl and I just got to thinking.~Have you or have you not heard about the office catastrophe. Well even if you have here goes again. Don Sandman hit or rather swung at a ball that wasn't there and his hands being wet the bat flew out of his hands hit Dick Schutte in the jaw- broke his jaw and took him out of circulation for some time to come then hit Jerry T in the nose, broke some and cut him over the eye. The elevator boys have sent in a note of resignation wherein they state they will not play ball with "Amer. Auto" on account of they play too rough. Moe-em-down Sandman he was known as in them days. Poor Dick- he's in an awful mess, Poor Jerry-he is too- and Poor Don. We have two new boys and a new girl in the office- Population enlarging.
16am I'm one step ahead of you-I have already taken a glimpse at "LIFE" and read the whole thing and now- Smarty that I am- I know all about the army from the top to the bottom. By the way have you reconsidered the General's position??
Have you noticed a creak or a squeak- don't be alarmed- It's just the results of riding last Thursday- effect- I have aches in my shoulders from tugging on the reins- evidently I din't have the right idea of just how to go about riding a horse- but as the saying goes "A winner never quits and a quitter never wins" I'm giving it another tryout tomorrow night- then watch my smoke.
Try this please- put one finger to your ear- then take your other arm and act like you are winding something sticking out of your head- Ready- What do you think you are a pencil sharpener- Ha Ha
One, two, three- well to get to the point its now twelve bells and even though I'm not a Cinderella and won't turn into a pumpkin or something I need my forty winks- so until you reply its
Sincerely.
Mary Rose
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