Text: “Friday night. My Own Sweetheart — I say Friday night, but it’s really not night at all yet, but it seems like it ought to be cause I’ve already had supper. It’s really only about 5:30. Yes, I did get a letter today, and enjoyed it so much — just now getting yours of Tuesday, but I guess the holiday in between had something to do with the irregularity of the mail. I am sorry you had the blues — then again I’m not, because of what that shows between the lines. What I mean is I am so sorry to have had to disappoint you, but I believe I felt it just as keenly all locked up here where I could think about so much. Charlie Hardwicke says they surely do miss me at the room there at the house — says he and Charlie Williams have had a fuss every day since I’ve been gone — and I can easily imagine, ‘cause they are somewhat different types and are inclined to want to nag at teach other. They said nothing exciting was happening at school, except a quiz assigned for Tuesday in histology — over the whole alimentary tract. Hope I’ll be able to take it. I studied some anatomy this afternoon and did very well; I think I’ll be able to take the quiz in it as soon as I get out. The A.K.K. alumni of Houston are giving us a big banquet up there next Thursday night, I believe Charlie said. That will be a fine little stop off on the way to Austin — the train leaves Houston at 11:15, as you remember, maybe. They surely are an energetic bunch of doctors up there, and very interested in the progress of the fraternity here. They talked for a while of buying us a house, that big one just east across the street from where we are now, but I suppose it was too much, it’s an enormous house. Please excuse this wonderful stationery, but it’s all I could get hold of here, and I used my last sheet yesterday. The doctor did not come around today, but I am ready to pronounce myself entirely well. I’ve a terrible appetite today, and feel like I’m getting back a little of the weight I lost. I surely hated this getting sick, ‘cause I had gained about 8 or 9 pounds and was looking fine — I mean for me — real round in the face. But now alas! Oh well, I [sic] week or so ought to put it back. The nurse said if it was all right with me she wasn’t going to bring me my medicine all through the night but let me sleep instead. Of course I assented readily to such a plan. Sweetheart, it doesn’t look like I’m going to get this letter off tonight, so I’ll finish it in the morning and send it a la special. Too sick to kiss you goodnight? Well I doubt it! — But be careful — it’s catching! I love you. Saturday afternoon! Now guess where I am! Out! A free man! Sitting here at my own desk. Believe me I surely was happy this morning when the doctor said: “Well, you can go now if you want to. Of course, if you’d like to stay on a while, I believe I could arrange it!” I told him never mind! And phone for a car. And got here just in time fr dinner, surprised ‘em! I was disappointed when I didn’t find a letter waiting for me; went to the barbershop right after dinner, and came back and found your long sweet letter. My, but I enjoyed it. And thank you so much for the pictures. What did you say about returning there! I’ll bring them with me next week. Sweetheart, you should have seen me jump, unconsciously, when I first looked at that picture of the “family” — him holding her. Of course I know better than to think it was you — but I jumped, nevertheless, and could feel a quickening of my breath. Yes, non of them are anything to brag about, but I’m glad to have them. I looked at them most carefully. The one of you and Maydelle is good of you. Yes, everything is sitting just pretty for next week end! And I’m so excited I can hardly wait. I love you, love you, love you. See you then — Friday morning! Your own own Felix.”
Written on letterhead with "John Sealy Hospital, Galveston, Texas" printed at the top, with the names of board members.
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