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(This is the last Special) 2632 Woodley Place Tuesday 9:30 p.m. My darlings, On the way home from that most exciting and pleasurable phone call to you awhile ago, I felt so good that I brought 6 ice cream cones back - 1 each for Hugh and Toni, Mrs. Kern and two of her granddaughters-and stopped to visit with them [?] the girls went home just now. Both redheaded, they are exceedingly attractive - natural, but have a way with them. One is seventeen and goes to Duke, has skin like yours and bright red hair, very lovely; the other is sixteen with rather red auburn hair, a more dark complexion. I saw a leave officer on the bus the other day with just your hair, skin, eyes, and almost your mouth. She was very attractive. Toni was pleased to hear that you’d received their present and liked it. I'll give Jack and [S?] your message tomorrow night. (We are to wear white in honor of the occasion.) It's fearfully hot tonight; Mrs. Kern (Aunt Kate) just bought me some ice water. We got five new men at the office yesterday ([?] the news about the Blacktons and the [?]. You can put them down in your address book - Jim and T, that is - as being at 90 Morningride Apt. 6F). Nevertheless we may be working nights for the last week or two to meet a production schedule. I shouldn't mind that too much, though I begrudge the likely delay in our getting away from here until just in time to report on the 1st, for the same reason. This noon I bought our cups, four of them for $6 (cashed a $10 check - better make a notation now) at the Indian Shop in the Interior Building. I hope you'll like them. Damn that telephone. Aunt Kate seems to have gone out [pg 2] and it keeps ringing. I'm on the 3rd floor and have to feel my way to the 2nd floor landing; so I get there just as it stops ringing. This time I made it; the operator or somebody said “What is the number please?” I told her and waited expectantly. Nothing more happened. I have no further interest in the telephone now since the great event, but I should be gratefully patient with it now, I suppose. Still, I feel like Clarence Day’s father, shouting irritably as he went down the stairs, “I'm coming, dammit!” Ran into the Morleys (remember? Her name is Bobby, too) at a restaurant near here last night and referred them to the Williamses for information on housing. He has permanent duty with the other bench. It looks as though the 15 or so now at Columbia are not there for “duty under instruction” but purely for translating. Our order read as quoted, plus “in military gov't and administration.” Colonel Berry - or Bob- gave me a copy of a book he [?] in a p.g. course at Columbia several years ago - “A History of the Far East in Modern Turkey,” edited for 1936 or thereabouts. It [?] to be a good reference volume. On the enclosed lists I've marked all those I'm sure we should send cards to (there'll be many others you'll want to I'm sure) and am adding a few others on the yellow slip. Do put a return address on all. I'll be glad to help you Sunday if some of them can wait. We had a communique today at the office not on the invasion but about successes at Guam, Saigan, Tinian, etc. Things go apace. I may not get to hear a single shell, which will leave me just a little disappointed by I know will make you very happy. I love you so much darling, Warren.
