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155 February 6 - Tuesday 6:30 P.M. My dearest darling: Just as I was addressing the envelope for this letter Wendy woke up crying. She doesn't ever do that, so I was a bit frightened for a minute, But, I went in, picked her up, rubbed her back, and she gave forth with a big burp! I put her down again, and she went right to sleep. I've been thinking all day about your letter, and hoping that soon something will turn up to bring you back here. There must be someway, if you can just think of it. I know what you mean when you speak of surviving the long months ahead. It does seem unbearable, and especially when all the rest of the men in your class are wasting time at the Presidio, and ambling around Carmel. I know it's silly, but every time I see one, I feel as if I’d like to walk up to him, and shake him til his teeth rattled. I am jealous too, darling. Scheme hard darling - maybe you will hit on something. I'm curious about whoever the somebody in H. is - whoever he is, I bet I could give him a convincing sales talk. Nothing is important sweety, [pg 2] as our being together again. My arms and the rest of me is ready anytime darling. I think about it often. This afternoon Marge and I were standing in front of the ‘Silver Thimble’ and I remarked that I’d love to have a silk nightie with lots of lace made for your homecoming. Marge laughed, and said she could see Wendy's little brother coming right along! Little feller - he's just going to have to wait awhile. I'm actually looking forward to getting reequipped for your homecoming - you’d better give me lots of advance notice, because the one obstetrician in town is a very busy man. But, what am I saying? Wendy's cough is all gone - it seemed to leave just as soon as the rain stopped. Yes- funny isn't it? - I did hear a song recently that I thought was going to be Dearly Beloved, and turned out to be something else. I'm glad you are going to consider Prep School teaching. The enclosed list is the best I could find. The only one I really know is Mercersburg - A good, small boy's school with a good scholastic reputation. If you had a PhD, I’d suggest writing President Paul Swain Havens (Pres of Wilson) a [pg 3] young man, and one I know you would like and who would like you. Not that I think you’d like teaching at Wilson, but he's a man with lots of ideas, and an especially keen interest in replacing the old guard faculty with a younger staff. Whether you know it or not - I surely didn't - you had an excellent reputation at Military Government School - not only for being capable, but for having a lot on the ball. I got that both directly and indirectly - so I know I wasn't being handed a line. You were in with a picked group of men, and their opinion ought to be worth something to you. It's not my place to toss bouquets at you, but please don't be cross with me. You can write well, and do a good job of organizing material - what sort of work is open in educational research? Or would that sort of work be too confining. Are there any interesting openings in Washington that would be worth going after? I hate to think of living in the Orient for as long as three years - I hope we won't have to, but I'll try not to fuss and fume if you decide that's what you really want. [pg 4] If you were home, it would be so much easier to make a decision. However, we can't wait - I've heard lots of wives say their husbands were lining up jobs for after the war. This country is going to be in the same sort of a mess it was in after the last war - and everyone seems to think it's inevitable. I'm not so sure, but I wouldn't know what to do about it. I'll be waiting anxiously to hear more about what you are planning to do. Right now all I want is to be with you - in fact darling that is all I ever want. This morning Wendy and I went out for some rubber panties - and sinned! We bought a priceless red and white checked pinafore with ruffles over the shoulders and a sash in back. It was only $1.50, but Wendy didn't really need it. I know, I should stay out of baby shops - especially the little girl department. They have such darling things - and all pint sized. Marge, Pat, Wendy and I went out to lunch, and then window shopped [pg 5] the afternoon away. I want to get Charline or Dennis Michael something especially nice when he/she arrives sometime in April. Marge swears she is going to change her religion if it means having more babies. You ought to hear her on the subject - it's wonderful. I do wish you could have met her, I'm sure you’d like her as much as I do (that doesn't sound very grammatical) Gee, sweety I do love you so much, and would do anything at all to bring you back to us. There must be some way if we can just find it, hiding in a corner someplace. Let's just keep hunting - Wendy and I send you all our love - a big hug and lots of kisses to Daddy dear- Bobby
