Chippewa Falls, Wis.
My darling Mabel:
After feeding my face with a great big “Double malted Milk” I’m in good shape to write you, my darling a letter.
After last night’s sleep I felt a whole lot better than I did yesterday. I was so tired that the use of toothpicks for “eye props” would not have been the least out of place. I suppose you received my letter of last night sometime today – at least I hope so.
How are you feeling, sweetheart – course I know you’re still feeling with your fingers – but otherwise how is your cold? My “pasteur” for my mustache is all filled with cold sores and on top of that I’m getting some on my lips. I just bet you wouldn’t let me kiss you now – would you? I must go through the tedious job of tieing a thread on each hair of my slowly developing mustache. I guess I’ll apply some Vaseline on it – that makes ‘em grow. There is a better mustache grower on the market than that – please my darling don’t be angry at me if I tell you? — it is honey & pigeon “kid manure” – that’s bad please don’t be angry will you? If you don’t be angry I’ll be a nice little boy & tell you a nice joke.
What would you do if you saw a horse fall into a bathtub? The best thing to do is to pull the “plug” out – you know they call a horse a “plug.”
I haven’t see Mollerus all day so tonight I got desperate & asked the clerk to give me his room key and went up & got my grip – now my darling your picture is again smiling so sweetly at me.
The place where I am working at now – I started there today – across the street from there is a Radio store and I hear the prettiest music all day long. That makes me good. I certainly do love music. And I happened to look out of the window and saw a girl go by & she had the same kind of a fur coat on as you have & the same kind of galoshes – did I spell that word correctly? And she was your height for a minute I thought my sweetheart was in town. But I see now it wasn’t you. But how lovely it would have been if it were you – I’d kiss the daylights out of you even inspite of my cold sores.
I today ran into a job & real snarled up affair. I’ve got about 3 pages of adjustments to make & who knows how many more yet. I’ve gone ½ way through the books so far. After I’m through with that then I’ve got a real problem on my hands – to make up Consolidated reports, etc. I’ll have to make haste on that job course the outfit don’t have much money to spend – they’ll swoon when they get the bill – the rate on my time is higher than it was to Marathon shoe I bet old “Andy Gumz”? will charge the rate he charges for his own time — $25.00 a day.
My darling that pie was so good the crust was delicious – so nice & “short” The only find fault I could find about it was this – I could have eaten twice that much – yes, my darling that and am or fall[?]!
You’re not forgetting about sending me the words of that song “Sweetheart of my dreams” are you? Please send them will you, dear heart? I’m waiting for tomorrow to roll around. I’m waiting for a letter from you. You promised to write to me every day. Don’t forget, will you?
My darling it’s now 12:00 bells so I guess I’ll sign off with hope of seeing you in dreamland, I’m saying goodnight. My darling from Your Wallie xxxxxxxx
With a Carload of Love... 