July 7 & 9, 1941

Cincinnati, Ohio 

July 9, 1941

Dear Stan;

No, no you are not crazy- except perhaps just a little nice crazy and that's good for you.  I'm glad you did not have a hard day Monday.  I even prayed for rain Sunday on account of you hoped for it- remember.  Ah!  but whats this I hear about  your Lieut. Gen. Ben Lear- uh- um- the young sprouts.  He is the one you spoke on from your Camp Forrest isn't he?  I would hate to waste all of this space on an unknown to both of us.  So that's how he spends his off-days - and now you know what to "talk" to him- perhaps he will love you like a brother and let you come home real quick.  

        And speaking of coming home- May I say- double what you wrote.  It was truly a happy weekend- and the only sad or shall I say un-nice part of it was that you had to leave.  Someday- we will celebrate your permanent return.  Soon.

       Oh so you saw them- yes and they are all in order.  First you then me, then you, then me- then us.  Then the City.  We positively hug the corners of the pictures and since we do it on all the pictures- IT IS NOT MY Photography.  Truly- I think perhaps I would have died of a broken heart had they been a disappointment- this set is especially for you- on account of I have a set for myself.

       Pardon if there is a bit of swing to my writing - but Ray Kyser is on and far be it from me to hold tight while he plays.  It's the "Hussel"- now "Daddy"- there is only one thing missing "Goodbye Now"  Oh well we can't have everything.

     Thus tenth is is for office news- and so here goes- Tom Lett let off with another missive- just to let us know he is in Camp Lee, Va. and has hooked up with some 210 lbs of 6'5" men and declares after one bowl of "Boopsies" (as advertised by Lil' Abner) (this not is in case you aren't familiar with funny news) he intends to give his friend a glare.  

     Well here I am writing again and hope this continues for but a short time more- I have so much to say but must be short and choice bits of news seep into my letter.  I'm glad your butterflies are all settled.   Mine too.  Please, please write real soon.  They are playing "Taps to R?" by Fred Naring now.  

Sincerely, 

Mary Rose

P.S. And not and after thought, "It was a wonderful time".

Monday July 7, 1941
9:30 P.M.

Dear Mary Rose:

Yes, we arrived here safely at 4:00A.M. just a bit tired and sorry.  We left Cincy about 7:45 P.M. and were escorted to Camp by a beautiful full moon.  Of course all of the boys regreted having to leave after such a short visit and all agreed that it's a cruel world at the present.  We were the first group to return to camp and fortunately we all had a comparatively easy day.  This morning was devoted to hoeing the "yard" so as to get it in shape for the planting of grass seed.  This afternoon was spent in exercising the horses and most all of them were full of pep.  This evening from 7 to 8 we attended a lecture on map reading.  So it really wasn't bad, now was it?
        I must thank you for making my visit so full of happiness and without a doubt the happiest one of my life thus far.  Never before did I have such a desire to see anyone and, like a nightmare here I am once again at camp already looking forward to the time when I will again be free to turn toward home.  It's funny, how a guy, in my position, will sit down to write a letter to his girl friend and soon find them pen talking to him.  If it wasn't for him.  If it wasn't for a good bit of will power the pen would no doubt go on and unveil everything, but I don't suppose it would be right to allow such a thing to happen.  See- at last I'm going crazy.  The army is not solely to blame I don't believe.
       Well, Mary Rose the lights are about to go out (10:30 P.M) and since you are of the opinion it's very difficult to write by flash-light I'll end this little bit of something or other and will await your speedy reply.

As Ever (and then some)
Stan

P.S. Upset stomach gone- no trouble.