June 12, 1934
Dear Mamma, Dad, Jr., Bud, Larry, and Roger.
How are you all? I am just fine. Do you feel any better yet? I hope so…
Mrs. Shears wants me to go to Marshall Fields (I guess that’s the way you spell it) to write letters this morning.
Roger – Hello Roger how are you?
BUD – No Bud I got to Chicago all left. I am glad dads mumps are getting better. Yes I am having a good time. I asked Glen if he had a date to the little people yet. He laughed a little and said “So Bud thinks that I had a date with one of the little eh, well I’ll have to write that guy.” It’s too bad about Larry’s toe, isn’t it. I am glad that you are going to send me the funny papers. I think there is a few here for you.
With love Mary
LARRY – Did you write that letter or did Bud? I kinda think Bud did, didn’t he? How is your toe now?
Jr. – Happy Birthday
DAD – How’s your mumps and pinkeye getting along?
Mamma – How are you getting along without me? Chicago is plenty big.
With much love
Yes, I had a very nice ride on the train.