Tuesday at 11 PM.

Dearest sweetheart:

I adore you, little darling. I hope you are feeling fine, and that your nice fat tummy doesn't bother you too much. I've read the book "Turnabout" by Thorne Smith. I'll bring it home for you to read. It is terribly funny - I laughed out loud many times while reading it. When Tim found he was pregnant, he said "But tell me, don't you know the first thing about childbirth, Sally?" "Well, I know the first thing," she admitted, "That is, how to go about starting one." Later Tim let a man he didn't like make advances to him, & then chased him down main street in his underwear with a gun & had him arrested. He said "You know, Sergeant, a girl's honor is just about the best thing she has, & sometimes its not so good, at that. I always try to keep my honor spick & span, right up to the minute." "Up to what minute?", said the Sergeant, with justifiable curiosity.

Your nice letter came, with enclosures from Phoebe. Thorfin seems to have been given up as an editor.

I visited the mineralogical museum this afternoon. Tonight we had a free radical dinner, Conant, Kohler, Bent, Kistiakowsky, & Smallwood. It has just now come to an end. Tomorrow my last lecture will be given. I'll be glad to come home. Wheland has accepted the job I offered him. I gave my last crystal lecture this morning, & then ordered my Pullman reservations. These last days are passing very slowly. I wish they would go faster. I love you, and send big kisses.

Linus