Aug. 11, 1945
Aug. 11, 1945
wed.
Ahoy Petunia,
Say, ya know, last night I went to the show and saw "Over 21". It was a swell picture and all that. There were a couple of shots with Alexander Knox that made me sit with my mouth open. Holy Huckleberries, he looked so darned much like your Pop. I was actually amazed. He is a little bit thinner but outside of that there is great similarity. Make sure you see it.
Fri.
Flew all day yesterday and just got time now to finish this. I checked with the photo depart. and found out I got six hits on those radar runs. Goodie goodie. Aside from that there is nothing of a technical interest that I can think of.
I suppose I should say something about all of the news floating around. I will! Let's wait untill it's all over and then we can get excited. There are still guys getting killed.
If by some chance it is all over in a couple of weeks, you can start collecting some of my trouseur size 11 stockings - bobby sox style - must contain bright red red , green, purple. Neck ties - must be able to be seen at 500 yards at midnight. I reserve the right to pick out my own unmentionables - if there are any. I'll have to write home and have Mom send my corduroy sportcoat to the cleaners. See if you can send a yellow hat with blue and yellow feathers in it. That's for me!
Do you people need soap?
Got another letter from Eddie which I must answer today.
My (ahem) portraits will be ready next Saturday. Ya know, you gotta buy three of them. What am I going to do with the extra one? Should I send it to Hollywood?
Was last week horrible? Say, does the collapse of the Japanese stock market have any effect on the banks here?
Bah, humbug, gotta fly.
Sunday
Still trying to get you some more cigarettes. Not so successful this time. Maybe next week.
Did you get a flask yet? In one of my letters home I mentioned that Ken and I are getting old. My Mom wrote back and said, " I'm not going backwards myself." Ya know sump'n As we get older most evryone we know gets older too. Isn't that amazing? The whole damn world is getting old. Hmmpf! It's enough to make one cry in one's beer.
The Penney's are short of soap so I must go on one of my raids. Ya know I could easily become an arch scoundrel! I ain't got no scruples.
Did I ever tell you this joke?? I think I did!!
She: I like Kipling!
He: O.K. let's Kipple!
Unless you're in a crtain mood it isn't quite so hilarious.. Well anyway, It's clean!!
Uncle Gene has a ruptured appendix in the northwoods or something. By the way, how are your appendix lately?
Some un nice person hooked my H.S.C. hat so now I must wear an uncrushed one. Confound it!
Don't you think that oyster dressing is much better than sage?
Something went wrong at the laundry and now all my extra white shorts are pale blue. Quite attractive.
Gotta go over to the club and check the latest news.
Bye Darling.
I love you
Ray.