October 22, 1923

Dear Marty,
Some mail finally arrived yesterday + I thought I would get about a dozen letters from you, but there was just one (#7, Oct 3). Have you sent any V-letters since Oct. 6? Some guys seem to get airmail letters in 8 days sometimes, but I don’t. However, letters from you are very, very nice at any times at all. I seem to have cured my cold in two days with sulfadiazine, after I had it six weeks (but bad for only one week). Don’t you go taking the stuff though, with out “medical supervision”. Hasn’t Willy learned to talk yet? Or is he still concentrating exclusively on the physical aspects of life? Save one of your sirloin steaks for me please. We have a very nice roast pork night often. I just can’t wait to see what’s in my Xmas package. Sometime you could send me a leather, zipper tobacco pouch without any extra pockets or fancy business, preferably the slightly long + narrow style. DeTusch was an intern at Jeff a couple of years ago. I had expected to write you a full size letter this evening, but the company came much earlier than usual+ hung around longer then usual + they made a nuisance of themselves + disrupted my plans. But tomorrow I rather expect to sightseeing some more + then I’ll have more to write about. No I’ll take my darn leggings off + go to bed.

Love B