Wed. Dec. 1, 10:45

1937 [This is in LP's handwriting]

My own love;

I am a bit woozy. I've first had a whiskey sour with Margaret Stock at the athletic club.

A man and girl with a monstrous St. Bernard come in -and I said to Margaret not to look now but there was an elephant or some strange beast in the room-and she said my whiskey was getting the better of me-but then she looked-and the dog was real. It's owners were put out of the club because they aren't members. I had dinner with Margaret and then worked two hours with Jane on her algebra. Poor Margaret after a few minutes my algebra come back and I understood what it was all about.

My luncheon was a complete success. Every one liked it. Graham Loving spoke on translations of literature and how valuable they are. He gave an excellent address. [There is a drawing of a rectangular table, showing where everybody sat in the luncheon.]

Mrs. Gates is coming on Saturday to call and to get my fruit cake recipe. She is determined to get a hold on us to out do Mrs. Crellin. She is such a spicy tongued old dame that you'll adore her-She is very religious and a devoted follower of the Oxford movement. A man came and sat on the stool next to us in the athletic club and

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when we left I inadvertently gave him an awful dig in the back with my elbow. My whiskey sour! I felt silly and begged his pardon without looking at him. Margaret told me a song which goes-

"A virgin sturgeon

needs no urgin

that's why I like caviar!"- a song a girl sang in a hot spot. What a better my whiskey soon!!

Well how is little sweet patoolig [?]? The Crellins thought I look grand and talked about my New York clothes! Oh, I'll tell you a good joke-when I went to see Coryell-Meelor was there and I thought he acted queerly and as if he felt he should leave and today I learned from Mrs. Meelor that he thought I was Coryell's loved one and that he should beat a harty [?] retreat without being obvious. He had forgotten me and thought I wanted to be alone with Coryell. I met Mrs. Corey- an ordinary woman Mrs. Meelor is very ordinary! I laughed at this [there is an arrow pointing at the above sentences]. I guess I'll be the laboratory sweetheart-I'd be a success at that and I'm not much at anything else. I guess I'll go to bed. I don't know who is in my bed to-night but I expect to find Peter there. You are a darling. Oh Mrs. Gates said she'd keep the children New Year's + we could go to the toot eroll game [?]. She Insisted as a matter of fact. AH. Loves, hugs, kisses, uzes, tongue touches.

Wednesday, 2:30 at night

Dearest sweet love:

Your Sunday letter came this morning. I was glad, but sorry to learn that peter was frightened when the baby was in the car with Coryell. You must remember that Coryell is a little thoughtless.

I have been felling that I've gone through this experience of suspended animation- completely unhappy, just working to allow the time to pass, with not hope that anything amusing can occur- before, and now I've remembered. It was during the year I spent without you in Pasadena. I wouldn't go for rides with Paul and his mother on Sundays (except on rare occasions) and I felt that the only thing worth doing was work, since I wouldn't be happy doing anything as so what I did do might was well be productive.

I rose at 11, bathed, came to the Lab. and got your letter and conducted my informal discussion group, had lunch, came back and wrote letters and did odd jobs, had tea and seminar (with Neurath speaking- I disturbed him by saying I didn't understand his equations, which then turned out to be all wrong), came to the Lab., and wrote 21 pages of Chapter VIII. VI is only half done ^{(45 pages)}, but I've gone on to VII because I'm lecturing there.

Jack came back yesterday. He had been to Penna and then New York. He brought me one apple, which was very good- was that not nice of him?

You must be happy, little sweet love of mine. Don't worry and don't be despondent. Remember that this Paddy adores you and that we can make out of our lives whatever we want- you must tell me what you want, dear love. I'm glad I've had this time away from you, to make me see that I must have a good time when I'm with you. I've decided that from now on I'm going to have fun with you all of the time; that I'm not going to just work all the time. You must get enough help so that you are free to run around and do things with me. I adore you, my own little lovely complement. Now I'm going to my lonely pallet. I wish the night were over- and the next, and next, and next, and that it were the 12^th.

Your Linus

[written in top left corner of 2^nd page]

Camel's hair blanket- back of car (trunk) I think.

I've read about Elysian Park