[in envelope post marked March 16, 1947. Another letter written on Indianapolis Athletic Club letterhead dated Monday morning was also included]

Sunday morning

Dear love:

Everything looks fine. its [sic] a nice clear day, with the sun shining brightly and almost to snow on the ground, so I'm hoping to have a warm + pleasant trip.

Have you made your plans? Are you going to see Aunt Beth? I'm looking forward to seeing you ( and Mrs Durham) at 2 ³⁰ Tuesday.

Friday afternoon I corrected my 9 galleys. They looked good. I mailed them at Utah Yuma. Then I read the two little books - pretty poor, both of them. "The Bitter Box" is punk. Yesterday I read the other two books by present fellows. They are better - but Mr Pick has written only 14 chapters, moderately good, in the whole year, Virginia Sorenson's "The Neighbors" seems to me to be first-rate - nothing strikingly original or new, but excellent character portrayal and storytelling. I didn't read her other book.

Today in the club car after breakfast I read Fortune + got some data for my S.F. speech. I've eaten the candy JHS (or Mrs T) gave me - small chocolates from Sheetz's - pretty good.

I've been thinking that we should appoint Mrs Lonsdole [?] Res. Associate, like Corey. What do you think? Why don't you ask people's opinion? I have an idea about how to interpret some of her results.

Love

Paddy