Addressed: "Not Game University"
Dear Blob,
I'm so sorry about my dilatoriness, but you know how mad the girls get if I don't write a weekly
letter, and since I only have a limited amount of time for letter-writing, your letters always
wind up on the bottom of the pile, and they come to my attention only when I dust, which is
infrequently.
The reason for all the secrecy attached to our Dirtmouth project was that if the upper-
classmen learned of it beforehand, they could and probably would have suppressed
the tabloid. As it was, however, they found out after the stories had been set, and there
was little they could do.
We had a ball down at the press. We actually tied up three or four of the directorate,
but we gave them some beer and kept them happy.
This summer I'll explain just how we managed to pull the stunt, for it's a complicated affair.
Since finals are approaching rapidly, I took a trip to New York last weekend to try to break
the boredom so that I would be able to concentrate better when I got back.
I went to a ball game at the Polo Grounds and later saw "The Diary of Anne Frank".
Of course, I also spent a lot of time strolling up and down the avenues.
I should be home on the 5th. I'm planning to get a ride home and should make it in
about twenty hours.
Tom
QB to KB4
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