Text: "Wednesday afternoon. My Own -- Don't you know if I had been there I would have done everything I could to make things different -- to drive those old blues away. I'll say it's a terrible feeling. I would have been only too glad to have you "cry on my shoulder." I have never felt exactly like I wanted to cry, but I have felt like a little loving would go a long way toward brightening the outlook. Sweetheart, I do love you so much. Yes -- not even three weeks, now, and I can be with you -- every night till you leave, may I? My, you're getting to be some cook, I'll bet -- and I surely would like to have sample some of that nut loaf. Is your mother still not quite well? Again today we spent on three hours at school this morning, but this afternoon it's a little too cool to go swimming, and we've seen all the shows (both of them) so we've been studying. Sounds queer to have it too cool to go swimming, but we had a regular norther last night, and it's cool today; clear and pretty, but cool. I saw Mr. Baker, Elizabeth's father, down town night after dinner and talked to him several minutes; he had just come down and had seen the folks only a couple of days ago -- made me all the more anxious to get back. He said he was very much wrought up over the prospects of the outcome of the board of regents meeting Saturday, had personally interviewed the governor about it, and seemed to think he was doing his best to get the place, much to the displeasure of most of the faculty and university people. Sweetheart, there's not one bit of news. The same old I love you must get mighty to you -- anyway I love you. Here's that real kiss - - Yours only, Felix."