Thursday 12 PM

[March 21, 1946]

Dearest love:

Liny has just left to go to camp — we've been talking for a couple of hours. He came at 4, and we went to Gimbels, & bought a 16^th century Persian oil jar, about 11" high

[small sketch of jar, with note: "glazed"], as a present for you — you may either keep it as is, or have it made into a lamp. We think it's nice. Then at 7 we went to the CalTech Alumni dinner (by a lot of telephoning I found out this morning where it would be) — where I talked for an hour. Liny sat at the speaker's table — only about 25 altogether there.

(It is clear from the prices of good chinese [sic] glazed vases at Gimbels that those two lamps at whatshernames [sic] are bargains.)

I spent the morning & lunch with Felbeck & other vice-presidents in his group, and got some good information. I shopped a bit then, corrected

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proof of my Harrison Howe lecture, took it Radio Center [sic] for Warren Weaver to read, and returned to the hotel to wait for Liny.

Liny is not sure about medicine — he's worried that he hasn't a true "vocation" to anything; but he said that he likes psychiatry, he thinks. I told him a lot of things about mental diseases, operations such as Warren's, and so on, and encouraged him. He has a C in 1^st semester Chem. from U.C., & perhaps will take 2^nd " " at PJC [?] in the summer, and German (he has "incomplete" at U.C.), and something else, and try to get sophomore standing in the fall, perhaps at Pomona.

I'm going to bathe now & go to bed. I love you. Six more nights till I'm home — in fact, this hour is exactly the middle of my absence.

Love from Paddy