24 July 1941 – Queens, New York

Dearest Marion,

Well darling it being I won’t see you tonight.  I’ll tell you now that I love you.  I don’t think I’ll see you tomorrow night either because I have a date with Jimmy and George (Van Wicklen).

It[‘s] hard to think of something to write it’s so early in the morning. (6:45).  As Steil would put it “Dis is de foist time I ever arn out of words.” How’s this:

I like you more and more each day,

Even if you don’t go away

Because when your home we can play

Which will make very gay.

End

I know it’s lousey but you don’t have to tell me.

If you love me think of me, if you don’t well…

By the way, find your handkerchief enclosed. Well I have to stop scribbling now or else I’ll be late.  I didn’t say much, but it’s to[o] early to think.

Love,

Larry

P.S. If that half-pint sister of yours reads this tell her to soak her head in a bucket of water. LR

P.P.S. If you have a chance write a short not to me, seal it and give it to Artie or Jim or somebody. LR

[A bunch of X’s spelled out “MT” with a note that they were “kisses”]