WAC

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 26 February 1945, 7:10 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Back to the old "grind" again. Worked all morning and afternoon until 3:00 PM. Then I censored some mail, read a little, showered and dressed for dinner.
     The mail brought two letters of the 19th in the morning and eight letters from 5th to 13th in the afternoon. All from you. I should be about all caught up now on your back letters though there are still a few on their way.
     Sorry you missed Abe Weinberg. However I doubt that there was much he could have told you that you'd like to know. As for Hansen, if he gets anywhere near Santa Monica I am sure that he will contact you.
     Looks like Ruth is still the same and there is nothing that you can do about it. Don't spend much on a gift for Libby. Those bags I sent were expensive and with the dough Nat is making, a couple of cheap hankies was very little from her.
     Mary and Willie probably had similar trouble before we knew them and will continue the same way forever more. I don't place much stock in her saying she's through or even his leaving her. You wait and see.
     "The Apostle" is on my book shelf. I've never read it nor can I find anyone else who wants to. Yes I know Ruth.
     If I ever get to the Philippines I'd like to pick up some nice things but from what I hear the Japs have probably ransacked it clean and the men who are already there will do a good job cleaning out what is left.
     The "heat rash" isn't serious nor does it bother me except just when I turn in. It stings a little but some sunshine usually clears it up.
     I'm not surprised about Nina's not liking the WACs. She has to compete with many much younger and in many cases prettier girls and has to take orders from many who are much less qualified than she is. All of this tends to make her wish she were civilian again. I thought she and Jack were all washed up, or is it strictly platonic now?
     After censoring many letters and from my own personal experiences I've come to the conclusion that much of the mail is to raise the morale of the civilians at home rather than the men away from home. I still think you are oversensitive and wait for others to make the first move, which they won't. Of course you and I expect more from Ruth and some of our friends because we always went out of our way for everyone but that won't work. If you want entertainment or recreation, or even companionship you've got to go and get is so--go get it!
     The Center doesn't sound like it's going over or am I wrong? If you ask me, Santa Monica has too many individual projects and as a result some are going to suffer. Some people don't realize that this making of money won't last forever and that the projects will need support as much later as now.
     I'm glad you're back on the Bulletin. You always like that kind of work and it will kill a couple of evening now and then.
     You're mentioning of taxes again. I'm enclosing some information that should come in handy. You should get a refund on 1944 when the final reckoning is made but leave it alone until I get back.
     Sorry you didn't enjoy the party for Leon. When I get back no one else will get a chance to dance with you or sit and talk either. I'll take care of that.
     Always excitement. Norma sure gave you a scare. Oh well, all's well that ends well. Hope from now on both kids stay well.
     No, I still won't write Leon until he answers my last letter--bet he'd wonder why I was writing if I did. Anyway I won't do it so forget it.
     Well that winds me up for tonight. I'll have to dash or I'll be late for the movie. We have "Lake Placid Serenade."
     Bye Honey, I'll be with you tomorrow.

Love

Gil

Heat Rash

   Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Sunday 25 February 1945, 7:00 PM

My Darling,
     Well Honey, here I am again. Got to bed real late last night and slept in the morning until almost nine o'clock. Naturally I missed breakfast but had no trouble getting my usual juice and coffee.
     Didn't do any work today. As a matter of fact there is nothing new that I can write about. There was no mail at all this morning but this afternoon's delivery brought me letters from your mother and mine.
     One of our officers got a letter today, four days out of the states, from Texas, announcing the long overdue arrival of a baby girl and is he excited. Who wouldn't be? He has been on edge since the first of the month when the baby was due. Now he knows it's a girl but not another thing. Probably other letters written prior to the one he received today have the information and will arrive soon.
     My heat rash is back again so I got some more sun this afternoon. Guess I'll just have to include a half hour or so on the poop deck as regular part of my daily routine.
     Last night's movie "Enter Arsene Lupin" was just average. Tonight we have an oldie but a good one, "Louisiana Purchase."
     I'm a little tired and sleepy and my mind is a total blank so there is no more for now. Have I told you lately how much I love you? No? Well, I'd better do it now. You do remember the song "How Much Do I Love You" don't you? It goes "How deep is the ocean, how high is the sky." Yes darling that is how much I love you, only more.
     So long for tonight Sweetheart maybe I'll have some more dope tomorrow.

Yours alone,

Gil

An oldie

Horse Ovaries

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Saturday 24 February 1945, 7:15 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello Sweet, here I am again. Today was just another day as usual. Worked all morning and finished up at 11:25. Went up to my room and washed up for lunch. The mail brought five letters today, four from you and one from your mother. Yours were marked 11 and 15, so 12, 13, and 14 are still due.
     After lunch I censored some mail and extracted a tooth. Then four of us went ashore to celebrate a birthday. We had plenty to drink but returned all secure and put away a nice steak dinner.
     Last night's movie, "Experiment Perilous," was OK, see it. Tonight we have "Enter Arsene Lupin" but I don't have much hope for it.
     This afternoon when I got back to the ship I found some more mail. A package from you with "vitamin pills," American Weeklies, and Pictorial Reviews, a Journal of the Southern California Dental Society, Alumni Association Magazine and American Dental Association Bulletin made up my total bag. Please don't send any more reading material except for books. We have oodles of magazines, etc. Also no more candy. I now have two full boxes and the bulk of the "vitamin pills" you sent .How about some sardines, anchovies and other stuff suitable for "horse ovaries." Now your mail.
     As I've written before Marty sent me a program from the Center banquet. I do hope Dave makes warrant officer but I'll believe it only when I see it. I've heard enough about Mary and Willie and their troubles. How about a new episode?
     Ruth and Harry have no one to blame for Dick but themselves. Leon is no model to hold up to any growing boy but I doubt that he had very much influence on Dick. All I can say is yapity, yapity, yap, baloney!
     I see you got called to teach again. With all these calls you should be able to get by without digging into our account much (I hope).
     I'm glad that Linda is through with her thumb sucking. As a matter of fact, from your letters I gather that she has become quite a young lady. Wish I could be there to see her and Norma and you too!! Those pictures of the kids before the Xmas tree were swell though they could have been clearer. But then who am I to complain. I played back the recording you sent and had the same trouble as with the previous ones. Please cut the records deeper and play them back before sending them. Then the grooves will be more defined and the roll of the ship won't cause the playback arm to jump across the record and ruin it.
     You seem to have the impression that there is a naval base with all the refinements of civilization here. Well there isn't. Wish I could get you some hose, but all I could get would be men's cotton ones and I don't think you'd wear them. The same goes for valentines, there just ain't no such animule.
     So honey I'd better sign off. All this rattle and prattle probably doesn't make much sense but blame it on the drinks I had ashore.
     Bye, my darling, if you were here or I were there we'd sure have fun tonight. See you in my dreams.

Love,

Gil

Most likely the birthday celebration was at the Fleet Officers' Club

Field Day

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 23 February 1945, 7:25 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Just another day like all the rest. Worked all morning and it was 11:30 before I was through. Then I went to my quarters, washed and went up for chow.
     After lunch I showed several visitors around. "Field day" this afternoon so no work.
     Got three letters today. Two from you marked the 7th and 16th of February and one from Libby. Besides you Libby is my most faithful correspondent.
     Can't understand why Al should get the $25 check for the interest on those bonds. Hope you've changed it so that you'll get the money directly. Now that you see some return on our investment I guess you'll agree and buy the other bonds as I suggested.
     You want to know what "field day" is. It compares to housecleaning day especially when you are expecting company (captain's inspection). The walls and decks are scrubbed and swabbed. Metal work is polished and everything is made ship-shape. Understand now?
     See "Woman in the Window," It isn't spooky but is full of suspense and has a most unusual ending? The movie tonight is "Experiment Perilous" and is supposed to be very good. We could stand a good picture for a change.
     See if you can get the December 1944 or January 1945 Oral Hygiene for me. There is something in one of those issues I'd like to read. As a matter of fact if you can find the publisher's address, write and ask them to put me on their mailing list again. It is gratis and I haven't received any issues since I reported for duty.
     Looks like our 1943 tax situation is all "screwed up." I still think that the payment you made is a duplicate of one I made while we were in Dago.
     Time for the movie now and besides there is nothing more to tell, bye darling until "manana" (spelling?)

Yours alone,

Gil

U.S.S. Ocelot 

Cards

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday, 22 February 1945, 7:30 PM

My Darling,
     Had a busy day today. Worked until 11:30 AM. When I got back to my room I found a package from you. It contained some socks, Reader's Digests, films and a recording. I haven't had a chance to play the record yet. Will do so after the movie.
     After lunch I censored some mail and had some more appointments. Finished at 3:00 PM and read until 4:00 PM. Then a few of us went ashore for a few beers. We got back at 5:30, in time for dinner.
     In the afternoon I got a letter from you. The Xmas card I sent to Mrs. Brown at the Tower Building was returned. Guess she finally quit (or got fired).
     The movie last night was lousy. It was "Eve Knew Her Apples." Tonight we have "One Body for Many" with Bela Lugosi. No further comment is necessary.
     You letter is marked the 15th so there are a few letters still to come. Something is mixed up. The Valentine I sent was to add to your collection. I sent Libby one as well. Did I address it wrong or what? Let me know because I want one to have as a memento.
     Yes darling, Dave's guess was right (I hope). The technique I'm referring to is surgical. I've been doing lots of it and some that I never did in private practice. When I get back to civilian life I have certain ideas that are radically different from what I had before I joined the Navy and I have some facts to back me up.
     Now that you are busy again with your social life you seem to be happier. I sometimes think that when you're teaching you lose out on your contacts and are more lonesome. That's the way it seems from your letters.
     No more for now so good night and I'll be seeing you again (in my dreams) soon.

Love,

Gil

The Valentine

Money

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Wednesday 21 February 1945, 7:15 PM

Hello Sweetheart,
     How are you tonight? Good, how about a nice big hug and kiss? Thanks honey I'll take a rain check on that until I can collect in the flesh.
     Was pretty busy but managed to clean up the morning by 11:30 AM. After lunch I censored some mail and read until 1:30 PM when I returned to my office for more work. Knocked off at 2:30 PM to read my mail. I really got variety. A letter from you, Libby, Uncle Bill (surprise?) and a couple from patients. Then I got the course you typed up for me back with a 3.99 (I forgot to date it), a Dental Society Bulletin, the B'nai B'rith Bulletin and Bureau of Medicine literature. I also got the enclosed bill, please send a check for $6.00.
     From your letter I gather that your spirits are up a few points. Swell keep it that way. The"Sarnez" sounds delightful. You and I have a date to go there when I get back.
     You should be able to get by on $250 a month considering that the rent is only a very few dollars. Besides in about two months my pay will up about $50 and that will help you balance your budget.
     In Uncle Bill's letter he called Leon "commander." Did Leon get his extra half stripe or was that just Bill talking? So now that Leon is getting shipped out again he has lost all the enthusiasm he displayed for sea duty. My, my! I'll not write him. If he can't answer my last letter well then it's too bad. I suppose as soon as he ships out he'll begin to "bitch" about mail, but really he doesn't deserve to have everyone breaking their necks to write. Besides he wouldn't appreciate it. That much we know from past experience. Who knows, maybe out paths will cross. I hope we're going in opposite directions.
     Rose Goodman's son-in-law is making a great mistake going in with Bulpitt. However I gather that money means more than reputation and ethics to some people. I do hope he is never sorry for his name.
     The movie last night, "Three is a Family" was a "stinker" and yet you should see it if you can. There are the cutest twins in it and many laugh provoking incidents. The picture tonight is also poor but I'll go as usual. It is "Eve Knew Her Apples" with Ann Miller.
     I am enclosing a snap taken recently when I was ashore. There are several better ones but there aren't any prints available now. As soon as I get them I'll send them on.
No more to tonight darling, so good night until tomorrow.

Love,

Gil

Gil ashore on Mog Mog, Ulithi

Commander Leon Rosove

Unclear when he got the extra half stripe. 

Boresome

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco

Tuesday 20 February 1945, 7:15 PM

My Dearest,
     How are you today, Sweet? Hope you've snapped out of your last moody spell. Out here everything is as usual. Lots of sunshine and hot weather broken by light showers.
     Went through my usual morning routine of work and finished up about 11:20 AM. Then I read until chow time. After that I got some sun on the poop deck--you'd be surprised how tanned I'm getting and all over, too.
     I had a couple appointments this afternoon but was all through by 2:30 PM. Had my hair cut and then showed a medical officer, who was visiting aboard, around. Well not exactly, he actually came over to see if he could get some dental appointments for some men on his ship. I'll take care of a few and made suggestions as to the handling of the others.
     No mail again today but I bet I get plenty tomorrow. Some of the men sure write copiously--the amount of mail we censor seems to be increasing daily. Others can dish out a slick line of bull. On the whole, however, this duty is boresome.
     Didn't stay for the movie last night. It began to rain. I had seen it recently so I left and read instead. Tonight we have a picture I've never seen or heard of. It is "Three is a Family" with Fay Bainter and Charlie Ruggles. It has a cute plot and should be an entertaining comedy.
     How goes everything? By the way don't send any more old magazines. We have plenty aboard between what both the men and ship subscribe to. As a matter of fact there is plenty of reading material though I did enjoy the books I received.
     Nothing more, new or different to talk about. I'll sure be glad when we leave this "joint" and it can't be too soon for me. But then nobody asks me.
     Goodnight Honey, till tomorrow with love and kisses.

Yours alone,

Gil

Iwo Jima

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 19 February 1945, 7:30 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Just another day on the Ocelot. Saw a few patients this morning and then the mail brought three letters. Two were from you. Another was the announcement about the Community Center Banquet at the Deauville with two short lines from Marty. Some day I'm really going to tell that guy off.
     Both of your letters are of the 9th so there is still a break in the continuity. I've even had a letter written later. I got a kick out of the two snaps you enclosed. I noticed that all three of you are showing off the gifts I sent you. But Dave was the photographer. Who else could take pictures underexposed and out of focus. Oh well, better luck next time.
     I hope you aren't going to let Mary and her troubles bother you. After all, they left you alone with yours for quite soon time after I left so the h--- with them
     I'm glad you're going ahead with vacation plans. It'll all work out for the best. Yes the war news continues to be good and today's landing on Iwo Jima was long looked forward to by us. Maybe the Japs will give up a lot sooner than the experts think. A few more sustained blastings of Tokyo may wake those yellow skinned monkeys up. Anyway I'm sure that Japan will be hanging on the ropes and ready to throw in the towel within a very few months.
     I, too, am wondering what became of some of those packages you sent. The only possibility is that they weren't securely wrapped and may have fallen apart in handling and the address lost. Then again they may show up most any time.
     The movie tonight is a repeat, "Going My Way" with Bing Crosby. For lack of anything else to do I'll see it again. We've sure been seeing oldies lately. I do hope we get some new ones soon.
     Nothing more for now Sweet, so I'll close with love, kisses and hugs for my three girls.

Missing you all,

Gil

Article from the Honolulu Star-Bulletin regarding the invasion of Iwo Jima. Commodore Carter, commander of Squadron 10, was the flag aboard the U.S.S. Ocelot.

Emergency

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco

Sunday 18 February 1945, 7:20 PM

My Dearest,
     I must have been feeling pretty high last night when I wrote to you. Can't remember much about what I said. Just remember writing.
     Today has been an interesting day. I didn't have any regular appointments but was kept busy all morning and for an hour this afternoon with emergency cases from other ships.
     I had a visitor, a dental officer whom I hadn't met before. He is stationed nearby and we discussed several problem cases that he has. He is sending me a couple of patients that stump him. I showed him around the ship and invited him to stay for lunch. I'm planning to look him up in the near future.
     We have a couple of appendectomies to do tonight and the doctor has asked me to stand by to give ether on the second one if the spinal doesn't work.
     Do you remember the Arnolds, patients of mine? I made a call at their home once in Venice and you were in the car. They have two tow-headed boys if you recall. Well I got a nice card and the enclosed letter from them today. I thought you'd be interested in reading it.
     Got some more heat rash and so have been sunning myself some more. I hope I get rid of the darn stuff soon.
     The war news certainly sounds good in both theaters and the Japs will catch plenty more hell before this is all over.
     Nothing more for now Honey. I still am looking for mail of February 4 through 7 inclusive. Hope it comes tomorrow.
     Night Sweet until tomorrow.

Love,

Gil

Doc Steingart the dentist

and Doc Bushyager the physician

Letter From Mrs.Eileen Arnold whose husband Glen was wounded on the German-Belgium Line.

Cyst

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco

Saturday 17 February 1945, 7:15 PM

My Darling,
     Here I am a little high but still--here I am. A few of us went ashore for a few drinks this afternoon and they were sure potent.
     Today was a special day, so I didn't have any regular appointments. Instead I removed a bad wisdom tooth. Then I removed a large cyst involving two upper front teeth. The results were good even if I say so myself.
     At noon I went up on the poop deck and got 45 minutes of ultra violet via the sun. Then I repaired to my office and extracted one tooth and filled two others before I went ashore.
     When I returned, I showered, dressed and was ready for dinner just in time.
     The mail was sparse today. A letter and a card from you and a letter from your mother was the total bag for the day.
     Tonight we have another oldie for a movie "Three Men in White." After much (?) coaxing I guess I'll go.
     Please forgive this rambling letter. You know how I am after a few "hard" ones. Tight is the word.
     Good night honey. I'll write a real long letter tomorrow. Love and kisses and hugs for all my girls.

Yours alone,

Gil

Fleet Officers' Club

for potent drinks

Monotonous

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 16 February 1945, 7:15 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello darling, here I am again. Today has been a nice, easy one. I coasted along without any strain. Just the same, to date I've done as much work as in any month since I've been aboard
    Today being "field day," I hadn't anticipated working in the afternoon. But as soon as I got comfortable in my rack with a Coronet, I was called down to my office. I took care of a couple of emergencies. Then I returned to my quarters for a little reading. After awhile I lay down my magazine and spent an educational half hour reading the Yearbook you sent me. There are some new thoughts on the control of decay that are very interesting and plenty of facts to back them up.
     Before I knew it, it was 5:15 PM and time to shower and dress for dinner. After eating we enjoyed the routine breeze on the bridge. The sunset, however, wasn't very colorful And here I am.
     I didn't get any mail today but hardly expected any after yesterday's haul. The movie tonight is an oldie "Double Indemnity." I believe you saw it after I shoved off.
     So darling endeth another uneventful day. I'm thankful that my temperament lends itself to my adapting myself to any existing conditions. This monotonous routine can and does get some guys down but not me.
     Good night Honey and pleasant dreams. Dream about us when we're together again. Ah, those happy days to come!

Love,

Gil

Coronet Magazine February 1945

Yiddish

 Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San Francisco

Thursday 15 February 1945, 7:30 PM

My Darling,
     The mail did alright by me. This morning I received two hankies from Libby for my birthday, the February Esquire and the National Jewish Monthly. This afternoon I got more letters. One was a letter from Libby asking me where I was. Of course it is impossible to tell. It seems they have a flier friend operating out of Pearl and she thinks he might be able to look me up.
     The valentine you sent me was made especially for me it would seem or are there other guys like me around? Well Sweet you'll never know how much a little thing like this card means to me.
     Your letters were postmarked February 1, 7, and 8 so those in between are still coming. I see you are still teaching. As long as it isn't too much for you I'm sure we can use the extra income. Talking about income, don't pay that additional income tax until you've checked my books. I seem to remember a similar bill coming through while we were in Dago and I believe the payment was made. It was drawn (the check) on the Bank of America and should be entered in the day-book. Anyway check the cancelled checks for the three months that we were in Dago and the books as well before you make any payment.
     Such excitement! Mary is crazy like a fox. Bet that suicide she pulled was all planned in advance. I bet Willie will behave for awhile--even though it's a short while. Dr. Shafer is an osteopath not a chiropractor but one is as bad as the other. However there is no use explaining the difference between MDs and other so-called "doctors." Stay out of it--don't say anything. You remember we tried once and it didn't do any good.
     You have my insurance papers. However for access to a PX use your outpatient or commissary card from San Diego as identification.
     Dear you are too sensitive. It may not be quite proper to address you as Eleanor Steingart. Yet many women, including your sisters Ruth and Deb, use their given names in return addresses. I'm sure that nothing was meant by having you down as Mrs. Eleanor Steingart and don't make any issue of it.
     Hope the "Fearless Five" got my letter. I sent it in care of the Goodfriends long ago.
     Army life will straighten Dick out. Part of one of you letters is missing. There is a page listing outstanding bills. There is no beginning to the V-mail letter from Sid Stein. Guess you forgot to enclose it. It is 7:55 PM so I'll dash to the movie and finish afterward.

9:55 PM

     Back again Sweet. We had an old movie tonight but I enjoyed it even though it was the second time. It was "Hold Back the Dawn" with Charles Boyer, Olivia De Havilland and Paulette Goddard. About an Austrian adventurer who marries an Azusa (?) school teacher to get by the immigration laws. Remember?
     Today was a normal day. Worked this morning, not hard, but steadily. Also this afternoon until 3:00 PM. Then I had a coke, bought some soap in the ship's store and returned to my room to read my mail. I censored a few letters. Talking about censoring mail, one of the men on board, Jewish, writes to his parents in Yiddish and I censored his letter today. It was only a very short note but it took me several minutes to make it out. I don't believe I've read any Yiddish in 7 or 8 years. I suppose all his mail will be brought to me. In a short time I'll be able to read it as fluently as I used to. A little practice is all I need.
     Then I glanced through a Coronet, showered and dressed for dinner. After that I enjoyed another beautiful sunset and then came down to my office for our little visit.
     Sweet, do you remember that day we spent at the Oregon Caves? Do you recall the hotel dining room with a stream running right through the middle of it? Remember the happy couple having lunch, looking at each other and holding hands? Could that have been us? Yes it was and there will be many more such days and soon too.
     Honey, I'm going to sign off now. Good night darling until our visit tomorrow.

Love

Gil

P.S. Is Sid in the Solomons? It isn't probable that our paths will cross but then one never knows. I'll drop him a note anyway though my address certainly won't be any key as to where I am. Nite, nite.

Gil

Over Gunwales

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart

U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Wednesday 14 February 1945 11:40 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello Sweetheart, how is my Valentine tonight? I began this letter at 7:00 PM. I hadn't gotten any further than the heading when I got a call to leave the ship. You see the ship's officers were invited to a party. I couldn't leave until the doctor got back. Well as soon as I got word that he was aboard I was off in a flash.
     It was a pretty nice. By the time I arrived almost everyone there was as tight as hoot owls. I proceeded to try to catch up but gave up when I saw how impossible it was. I understand 70 bottles of whiskey and 12 cases of beer were consumed so you can see it must have been quite a party.
     Anyway we got back to the ship at a few minutes past nine. I was drenched to the skin from the ocean spray that blew over the gunwales of the boat we came back in. I had a cup of coffee and went down to my office to write this letter. The doctor and a commander were "shooting the breeze" so I joined them. A few moments ago they decided it was time to break it up so here I am.
     Wasn't quite as busy today. Had a full program but I wasn't rushed and was able to work along leisurely. Cleaned up for the day at 3:00 PM.
     Today's mail consisted of a letter from you and a card from my mother. I've heard lots of talk about "Fighting Lady" and hope we have that movie aboard soon. I also liked "Sunday Dinner for a Soldier."
     I'm not at all surprised about Linda's report card. She takes after her Mommy and Daddy so why shouldn't the report be good. I did write to her in yesterday's letter and will write again next week.
     I had hoped your mother was completely recovered by now. A week or so ago, she wrote me she was better. Wish someone could prevail on her to see a doctor. Self medication especially with sulfa drugs is dangerous and should be stopped.
     I see you are having trouble laying "Forever Amber" down. It is the kind of a book you don't want to stop reading. See, I told you so.
     I'm glad you are going ahead with summer vacation plans. A change will do all concerned a lot of good.
     I didn't mention last night's movie. It was "Face in the Fog" and it was just as well not to have mentioned it. Tonight's picture was an oldie, Carol Lombard and Charles Laughton in "They Got What They Were After." I didn't see it because I went to the party.
     So darling another of my monologues is just about finished. However it would be incomplete unless I told you how much I love you. How much? Well how deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? That Sweet will give you a rough idea about "how much."
     Good night honey, it is past midnight and time I turned in.

Yours alone

Gil

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