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Portland, Oregon,
Fri., Oct., 8, 1937.


Dear Darling,

    Just got home from the restaurant. Gosh, but the day has sure went by fast. I went to bed last night at 9:30 after I had written you, and I didn't get up till 8:30 this morning. That's 11 hrs. sleep.
    Boy, but did I ever show the head-clerk up today. He weighs 191 pounds and his name is Harold Black. When I went back to the store after dinner, he had the other boys out in the back room to show them how high he could lift a 100 lb. sack of sugar. I got there just in time to see the fun. He got the sack of sugar chin high, and then after a lot of struggling, he managed to get it just above his head. But he no more than got it there when he had to let it down to the floor. The other two boys had all they could do to get it on their shoulders. Of course, being that I am quite a bit lighter weight than Harold, they did not suspect that I could get the sack of sugar above my head and they therefore did not ask me to lift it, and I didn't offer to lift it, either, until they had gone back into the front part of the store. But as soon as they got through the door, I picked up the sack from the floor and lifted it up 'till my arms were stretched straight above my head and then I carried it that way into the front of the store and asked Harold where he wanted me to put it. Well - when he saw me, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Of course he accused me of lifting it that way off the sugar pile. So I had him go back with me to see for himself. The other boys followed. Upon returning to the back room, I let it down again to the floor and then immediately hoisted it far above my head with my arms as far up as I could reach and the sack of sugar laying in the palms of my hands. When the boys saw that I really could do it, they sure gave Harold the horse-laugh. But they're all a fine bunch of boys. You'll like them. Harold is married, is 22 yrs of age, and is of a blonde complexion. Frank Couch (Kooch) is single, about 20 yrs. of age, dark, and is French. Many take him for a Jew. Ralph Butterfield is 18, light complected, but dark hair, very good looking, the manager's nephew, and he also is single. Ray Butterfield, the manager, is a more elderly man, probably in the 40s, wears an ear phone as he is very deaf, we have to shout at him to make him hear, married, but I don't believe he has any children. As for myself, well, I guess you know me as well as I do, so we'll just skip that.
    But it's 'most 10 o'clock and so I'm going to bed again, for tonite. So Good-nite, Darling 'till tomorrow!

      Forever Yours
          With Love
              Irvin


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