Text: "Thursday night. My Very Own Sweetheart - So someone else gets rushed for time now and then! Well it's drawing to a close, and it seems like there are a thousand and one things that have to be done. I enjoyed your note very much today. Yes, I am so anxious to see you, to get away from this sorry term, to get home; but most of all to see you -- really most of my desire to get home hangs right there. Sweetheart, I love you so much. I would like to have seen the "It's It" -- those home talent plays can be mighty good when you know several of the people in them - but $2.00 is a little high. It's getting prettier every day here - and every night; the moon is coming up late now and shining right in my window. I can hardly study for looking at it and at you here in front of me. I have been kept so busy keeping up that I haven't done one bit of reviewing get, but I think we'll finish several courses about the first of next week, which will give us till the following Tuesday to review, and we will be able to use every bit of that time. Sweetheart, there's no news at all, 'cept school news, and politics news - we're having some [...] changes in our line up in the political [...]up for next year - but all that wouldn't interest you. Does it interest you, thought, that I love you with all my heart and long for you constantly? I do. Kiss me, Libbus - so sweet. Your own, Felix."