Dear Bob,
Your decision to use "MM" in your letters I find most commendable. I'm sure she and all her
descendents will be ever indebted to you. This action is another example of the discretion I have found so typical in all your actions.
My intended Winter Carnival date never answered my letter, so Bob, my next door neighbor, a brother, and a Montanan, is fixing me up with someone from home who goes to Smith in Mass. She'll probably show up with boots, a ten gallon hat, a gun on each hip and call me "pardner" the entire weekend.
And what "drunken mob" propositioned me over the phone? If you mean S et al, they welcomed in the New Year, S assured me with cokes. And I have never been propositioned in my life, alas,
As far as your academy award phone call is concerned, S said in her letter that she was sure J wasn't drunk, and she didn't think I was drunk. No mention was made of you. I suggest you avoid the subject of liquor when MM comes up later this week.
The weather here has been wintry, and today is the first time in five days we haven't had snow. There is about two feet of it on the ground now.
My finals start Wednesday, and my last one is next Tuesday. Then comes Carnival.
I'll be looking for a letter from you early next week when you can tell me how the 24th and the 25th went.
Tom
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Jan. 16, 1958
Dear Thom,
I have just now finished a carefully phrased letter to M, henceforth to be referred to as MM, for purposes of convenience and future concealment when these letters are eventually published.
Again I am forced to depend on G for transportation to and from the dance. Wait until I win my Thunderbird.
Have you decided on you date for the Vinter Karnival yet? Also, have you received any letters from that drunken mob that was propositioning you over the phone?
I have been reading your copy of the "Dirtmouth" and it occurred to me that you should begin to carefully eye the "61s" on the staff, if you hope to prevent a similar "bloody coup" come next May. Don't forget you may be the night editor on duty who gets to speak the immortal words, "Gnarmmpht Selzerrnicque" as they carry you away.
In deference to you I am listening to "Gunsmoke". It does not sound especially interesting, but then again it's not too bad.
The dance is the night of the 24th. If all goes well, I may take her out on the 25th also; However, after my academy award winning phone call, I may be reading chess books or popping corn on the night of the 24th. "Gunsmoke" has ended with the usual volley of shots and demise of the villain. Dillon, cleverly using Chester to do all the dirty work, emerged unscathed, philosophizing all over the place.
I was caught yelling in the hallways and have to see the Rector. Aren't you sorry you didn't go to a pro-Christ school?
Bob
"Duetschland ueber alles"
I have just now finished a carefully phrased letter to M, henceforth to be referred to as MM, for purposes of convenience and future concealment when these letters are eventually published.
Again I am forced to depend on G for transportation to and from the dance. Wait until I win my Thunderbird.
Have you decided on you date for the Vinter Karnival yet? Also, have you received any letters from that drunken mob that was propositioning you over the phone?
I have been reading your copy of the "Dirtmouth" and it occurred to me that you should begin to carefully eye the "61s" on the staff, if you hope to prevent a similar "bloody coup" come next May. Don't forget you may be the night editor on duty who gets to speak the immortal words, "Gnarmmpht Selzerrnicque" as they carry you away.
In deference to you I am listening to "Gunsmoke". It does not sound especially interesting, but then again it's not too bad.
The dance is the night of the 24th. If all goes well, I may take her out on the 25th also; However, after my academy award winning phone call, I may be reading chess books or popping corn on the night of the 24th. "Gunsmoke" has ended with the usual volley of shots and demise of the villain. Dillon, cleverly using Chester to do all the dirty work, emerged unscathed, philosophizing all over the place.
I was caught yelling in the hallways and have to see the Rector. Aren't you sorry you didn't go to a pro-Christ school?
Bob
"Duetschland ueber alles"
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