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#283 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Monday 23 July 1945 11:50 am My darling, Two very welcome letters this morning, one with the package seals enclosed (in a few minutes I'll interrupt to take the box over to the post office), and also the charming little tin with Wendy's birthday cake in it. The latter, unfortunately, was slightly moldly - just enough so that I didn't dare eat it - but looked fresh, anyhow, and not at all dried up. Did you paint the top of the box yourself? I'll have no trouble finding a use for it. I was very glad to hear that Helen had arrived and am sorry that I didn't have some little surprise for you during her stay. I meant to, and for once had some money on hand, when Tel borrowed $10 leaving me only a dollar or two. Helen's comments on Little Sweetie are good to hear. I’d trust her not to flatter - at least not very much. Do I sense a suggestion of Helen's esprit (or the esprit you might have with her around) [pg 2] in that mysterious and chuckly cable I received from you the other day? 9:15 pm The night is exquisite, and it seems improper that you should not be here to share it with me. Coming in just now I saw a flower shimmering in the full moonlight - the same flower I had stooped to get the scent of twice today in passing, and I plucked it for you. Someone said jasmine: it looks like gardenia family to me, and has an odor close to that of honeysuckle. There are so many lovely flowers hereabouts that you would delight in; most of the time, because you are not here, I scarcely notice them. Every once in awhile I remind myself that one must live where-or whatever, and for a day or two after they have been recalled to my consciousness I do appreciate the beauties of this place. Tonight we had a very appropriate movie for the children - one of the Johnny Weismuller [pg 3] “Tarzan” series. Tel and I enjoyed it as much as the kids did, laughing aloud at the antics of a well-schooled chimpanzee or cheering the heroes on, and joining in the general applause. The movie had the further virtue of being brief, just two reels (7:15-8:30). Incidentally, we were amused to discover that Murai San, the civilian policeman who operates the school projector in his spare time and who owned his own theater here before the war, had shown several of the same “Tarzan” series, and that a number of the adults and older children were familiar with them. It is time I wrote you another letter about the school. Our new library is two-thirds completed, the auditorium has a stage and a movie screen (it will have a new and more substantial leak-proof roof soon), and we are expanding soon under the new camp organization to take in [?] Boy and Girl Scouts and all civilian religious activities. I should like another flat cutting of cotton soaked in Bond Street, a scent which I've grown [pg 4] fond of. I've carried the last one about with me in my pocket notebook for sometime, and the scent is only now evaporated to the point where I can scarcely smell it. It lasts a long time. And its smells just like you. The drink I had at the club on my way back has made me sleepy; I suppose I should skip it before sitting down to write I keep thinking, make the most of it while you may - you'll never again be able to buy 4 year old bottled-in-bond Hiram Walkter straight bourbon for 95¢ a fifth, as you did today. The pity is that I can't save it to take home. Goodnight, darling, you are very close to me and with all my heart. I love you Warren
