Nov. 15 1942

Dear Shirley,

     I just got back from the post office.  I reported the mail that I hadn't recieved and threatened to personally tear da jernt apart unless I recieved some instant action.  I did - they threw me out.  When I got back to the barracks, there sitting on my bunk was the book you sent, Oct 31st (no bunk).  Oh well, I won't mind eating the postmaster's hat. 

     I do want to thank you for the book.  Its super swell and I appreciate it.  I figured that you would like to know that it got here ok.  also thanks for the stuff on S. Yard.

     Don't eat too many crackers,

                              Yours

                                Ray