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Portland, Oregon
Sat 10:30 P.M.
Sept. 25, 1937


Dear Elsie -

    I received your letter this morning, which I guess I told you on that card. Say, when did you write that letter? You dated it "Sept 1937".
    The Paul Bunyan Inn - Say, do you remember that first nite you and I were out there when we went out thru the door without opening it? ha ha!
    By Golly Darling, I sure couldn't understand your letter, as you said that you were at the P. Bun. Inn & "it's in the afternoon". "The guy who owns the place goes back to town about 8:30 or 9:00 & I'm going back with him." Later, in your letter, you stated, "I'm going back to town in a few minutes." Ha ha ha! Holy Smokes, but according to the way you worded it, it must have taken you all afternoon until 8:30 or 9:00 to write that letter.
    So Hazel thinks you've been a pretty good girl, hey? Well so do I think so! As for myself, why of course I've been good. Does she know that I've been writing you almost every day? If she does, then you can tell her for me, that she ought to know better than to ask me such a foolish question! Tee hee.
    This morning I dreamed a dream. And what a dream. I dreamt that I drove my car all the way back to Bemidji and got you, and then we started back for Portland together. But we hadn't got very far when I all of a sudden I woke up. It was 8 o'clock. I got up, shaved, and dressed up and went downstairs and when I got to the porch, lo & behold! at last, there was a letter in the box for me from my Dear Darling. I haven't hardly been myself the last 2 or 3 days, but when e'r I get a letter from you, it simply makes a new man of me. I guess it's just the nature in me, or more so, it must be love.
    I am going out to have breakfast at Vernon's & Dorothy's tomorrow morning, so I guess I'd better hit the hay. Good-night my Love 'till tomorrow eve.

           Oceans of Love from Irv.




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