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(He slips and spells her name wrong again)

John Victor = John Peterson, his college friend

Gismo = her family's dog

June 21, 49

Dear Delores:

    Your lovely letter was waiting for me when I got home from work this afternoon--it smells real nice like you generally do. Your girl friend's perfume? How you puzzle me, female. I have not, as yet, deciphered your letter completely...

        Prepare yourself for a major ordeal. It is only 8:30 PM, it is too dark for me to stray out into the town and a great eloquence possesses me--if I could spell words like "posesses" I might write all night--but alas...

        (Doodled flowers in vase)

        Gadzooks! I ran out of ink while doodling. So I stole some from my landlady.

        I may take you up on "Fountain Head." John Victor and I have been doing a lot of reading lately. There is a very nice library in town and since we aren't getting our first pay for another week, the main portion of our free time is spent thusly. Since we left I've read 4 books, have another three for this week. Two by John Steinbeck (Mice and Men). In addition to the books, we also ride our bicycles--yes, I said bicycles--over to Beloit College every day and ogle the co-eds. Summer school has just started and we live only a black from the sorority houses. Ah---

        Also I am drinking my first legal beer--in Wisconsin 18 is the legal age--but unfortunately it coasts money even if you are old enough.

        Is Gismo having pups again? It's about time, isn't it? Do you think you could come up here and live with me for a little while? There's plenty of room for da bode of us and plenty of pastimes (if you like golf, tennis, swimming & stuff) and I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind, would she. Not after you got out and walked across the Indiana State line anyway.

        It is slowly growing nigh the time when we, the hungry three, wander down for our evening malted, which usually follows our evening pinochle sessions. Tonight the pinochle session has been replaced with the letter. A very good replacement too--when I'm writing to you I don't seem to hate the task as I would otherwise. In fact, I'll bet it's more of a task for you to read this novel than it was for me to write it. So I won't bore you any more--so good bye

Love,

Les

PS: so write me another letter

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