Wednesday, May 31, 2017

May 31, 1947

Tuesday

Dear Doc,

Just a short note before I get ready for a "going away" party the nurses are giving for me this evening, probably the last letter you will receive from me - while I am here.  Time is drawing near and I am glad.  Boy, I really am going to bread down and have fun.  Perhaps I shall survive perhaps not, we have great plans for the summer.  I haven't time now, shall elaborate later.

Congratulations to you and the crew for the fine "crewing".  It seems like a lot of fun.  I sure the undefeated men couldn't have got along with No. 4.  Say he looks like quite a character.  yes, I guess his mother thinks he is pretty wonderful - Thank god for mothers.  Say, No 6, Herman Mowatt looks alright.  Also Warren Young, thinking about it strongly I may get to Boston after all, Ahem!

Say, Doc, aren't you afraid to go out on the water without your flappers?

I think I shall go "bats" if Saturday does not hurry and get here.  Now that I am leaving I rather dislike it.  I have found so many good people here.  It has been a wonderful experience.  By the way, I followed your suggestion and am having some fun.  Thursday afternoon I am going flying.  That I am looking forward to very much.  I have met a pleasant young man - a medical student, one of the lab technicians at the Sanitarium, guess he was a former naval pilot and it has been a welcome change doing some dating.  Gosh, I had forgotten how to act -

Wish I had time I would tell you of a deal Mrs. Aldis is arranging for me.  I shall write more when I have time.

Say Doc, you do look thin.  You'd better gain a few pounds before you boast of looking like Charles Atlas.  Perhaps the "before".

Don't fret about the letter to Jo - I sent her your love and also a hope of a letter.  She is having a wonderful time.  It seems like a heck of a long time since I've seen her.  Boy, watch our dust.

I going to play golf, tennis, have a steak a day, millions of martinis and plenty of fun.  One serious thought is my limit - Probably be a wreck.

Be good

As ever,

Anne

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