November 12, 1941 Dear little wifey:

November 12, 1941

Dear little wifey:

Its 9:05 and I just came home for the evening so will write this and then turn in. Felt a little tired today so will take a good nights sleep tonight - still have a cold in the head but otherwise OK. Nothing new at school just regular routine. I made a 98 and a 77 in the quiz on Saturday so I guess that's all the news from there. When I came home there was a note in the mail box which I am enclosing so you better write and tell her why didn't call her. It's cold up here now not freezing but there is a cold wind blowing that goes right thru you. Seems funny not to meet you when I come home - the place sure seems empty without you, and last night when I stopped in New Haven for supper it seemed very lonesome to be eating by myself. While I am thinking of it somewhere there is a gray silk muffler of mine, I believe in the top drawer of the chest of drawers please bring it along when you come up. There are several other mufflers there also but only bring the gray silk one. Enclosed is the check for Ernest. There is really nothing write about so I guess I better tell you how much I love you and then I'll go to bed. I love you so much that I would even live in Massachusetts (if I had too) just to be with you.

From your Bald headed husband
Paul

P.S. that's saying a lot.

Here's hoping everything is OK with you. Give my love to Ernest and don't let him work you too hard
Good night honey bunch.