Sunday noon

Dearest little wife,

You are the cutest and sweetest girl in the world and I adore you. I'll be glad when the war is over- then you and I will make a fine trip East every year or oftener. Everyone (in-cluding me) is sorry that you aren't along.

The attendance at the Phil. Soc. wasn't very great. I missed Carl Darrows talk (except a few minutes) because my watch was slow. The other talks were interesting - especially Jefferson as a gardener.

Mrs. Weyl was especially sorry

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not to see you. She said you still have the same effect on people as when you came to Europe as a beautiful lively young girl, causing every scientific young man in Zurich to fall in love with you. There is one who fell in 21 years ago and has never fallen out! You are the most charming person in the world.

Yesterday afternoon we saw some sights - 2 to 4 - and then I rested alone from 4 to 7.

Do you remember di Tomasi at Cornell? He

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sought me out to send you a message about how much fun it is to hold you up on the ice.

I walked around with Buckley and Baird Hastings. The latter said that I had made a great hit with Richards. They all like Addis.

Bill Houston and Ted weren't elected to the Phil Soc this year.

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I sat at table last night with the Buchleys, Wrights, and Karmans, and Phillipp Frank. The dinner was all right. Carl van Doren spoke - an interesting talk, but rather long.

H.N.R. didn't give his talk. He is sick - his heart. It bothered him some in Pasadena, but he ignored the symptoms of shortness of breath etc. Now he must rest for some time.

I am now on the train approaching Washington. I'll reach Milt's about 3. Only 5 nights to go. I love you.

Paddy