Text: “Monday night. Sweetheart Mine — Your letter did not come this morning as it usually does, and I felt kinder bad over it at noon; for some reason it did not get out until this afternoon and I didn’t get it till late. But when it did come, it made up for its short delay, another such a sweet letter, it just set me on fire. “The Right to be with you all the time,” you know I crave nothing more, your hot kisses, your sincere love, what more could any man want? Too bold? No of course not, and I am glad you feel absolutely free to tell me just anything you want to, just exactly how you feel. I told Charlie that for another such letter I would study all day another Sunday, and half the night — not for the letter, but for the girl and the feeling that prompts such a letter. The quiz this morning was not nearly as hard as we were expecting it to be, and I think I made a real good grade, but altogether the quizzes that we have only count 10% of our final grade, the final exam counts the rest. Imagine my studying all that hard for a little two week’s test! But that impression still has to be made, and what little is already made, substantiated. I hope I made a good grade. Tomorrow we actually start cutting on these stiffs I’ve been writing to you about. They all say that we won’t want any dinner tomorrow after the first day of it! Maybe I’ll get to snitch an ear or finger or piece of scalp for you yet! Right after supper tonight we took a while off to go see Harold Loyd in “Grandma’s Boy,” and it surely was good. I think it’s already been in Austin. We get pictures here about three weeks after they come to Austin. Sweetheart, I imagine, no, I’m sure your mother enjoys getting to be with you so much, and it’s so much better for you to be at home than off the way you were last year. My, how I do long to be with you, and how much I think of you all the time . It’s getting very late, so I’d better say goodnight. Kiss me and let me finish the dream I started last night. Your own, Felix.”