W.E. (WALT)
Friday May 9, 1941
8:31 P.M.
Dear Mary Rose:
'Tis a beautiful night at Camp Forrest and here I sit writing a letter to go to a far distant city called "Cincy". Who would have ever thought they could do this to me? They did however, and I'll just have to sit back and wait for daddy time to speed along.
Imagine you getting lost in your own home town. Of course I was on foreign soil and without a map when I lost directions. You had better check your knowledge of the fair city and study up in order that you will be able to pass your driver's license exam next September.
Hummy is coming home in June, but he has a good excuse. His sister Stella is getting married and of course he wishes to add his bit to the ceremony. Several of the fellows and myself may hire a cab on a Friday nite and breeze homeward. If we can get the all important pass. It is very possible and in such a case I'll write you so as to give you plenty of time to break that Saturday evening date- Ahem!- (over)
We have been on the rifle range two days this past week. So far I have been the sole member of the Amer. Auto boys to experience being kicked around by the butt of a rifle. It is quite a bit of fun even though very noisy and hard on the shoulder and sometimes the face. The first day I had my upper lip pulled out of place on a couple of shots and as a result I had a very beautiful looking mouth. Everything is O.K. now however, and I get better as the time progresses.
My picture- Ah-- what a problem. To be truthful I haven't as yet found a half-way decent photographer in any nearby towns. I believe that I will be in Nashville Saturday and Sunday and I'll go to the first picture snapper in sight. Well- how's that for action. I also have been assigned a horse and a plan to take a flock of pictures one of these days. I'll send you a set and you may pass on my nag and put it on the wall alongside your trophies. My horse (Firefly) is a little touchy about getting his rear hoofs cleaned and after a short bit of wrestling I win.
Well- the lights are about to go out and so must I. Write soon and I'll be waiting.
As Ever
Sully (MISTAKE)
Stan.
P.S. Walt's going to address the envelope and lick the stamp.
Cincinnati, Ohio
May 13, 1941
Dear Stan:
Talk about your beautiful nights we have them here too- especially tonight and with all the trimmings too.
Do you really think you will be able to come come home soon- it would be grand if you could. Or is this just another pipe dream- I hope not. Maybe- possibly maybe- the captains or whosit will break down.
Well Saturday and Sunday are past and did you or didn't you have you or haven't you had your picture taken. If not- why and if so- Good.
If your memory is good- perhaps you will remember saying Walt and you were having a royal dispute over a horse (is Firefly the one?) or did Walt win or neither of you win. What color is your horse- purple or yellow or green and white. Please take some snaps of Firefly soon.
Stan-you disappointed Mandy because you didn't on her engagement and I kinda think she expected some kind of remark.
Do you know what- Amer. Auto won a game tonight which makes them one up and one down. The score tonight-something like 17-6- Hooray. Maybe it was on account of their large audience- everyone was there- as a matter of fact everyone from Mr. Mohrhaus to ----- was there and we all practically broke our wrists applauding.
Shirley (Smith is her last name) said to inform you she might drop over to see you and the rest sometime next week as Shirley is coming down that way on her vacation- and don't grimance when I mention vacation.
Sounds to me as though your rifle is getting the best of you- kicking you around. Try to take better care of it behave or else you are doomed to a year of bang bang you're hit.
Tell Walt "hello" and I didn't recognize his writing- also you two had better get together on where you live- seeing as how you both put entirely different return addresses on your envelopes. Settle it..
Time is growing late. paper- less and less- I'm sleepy and out of what to say except I hope the Captain is lenient and one of those breeze homewards come mighty soon, also a letter. I'll be waiting.
Sincerely
Mary Rose
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