Saturday, 11 PM

Dearest little wife: Today has been a busy day, with lots done - best of all was getting your sweet letters. I wish you were here, or that I were at home with you - I am lonesome for you. My time away is almost half over.

I got up at 7 ³⁰ + had breakfast on the train, and on arrival at the Grand Central Station I took a room at the Commodore going then directly to the Foundation, where Moe, the other committee members (Dr. Sabin, Dr. Marjorie Nicholson, EB Wilson, + Aydelotte), Moe, + your letters were waiting. After I had looked at the last, we got to work, and in short order disposed of a great crowd of applicants, wasting no time on the poor ones. At 1 we dispersed, + I drank a malt + went to the public library to see what Kisty had said in the Journal - it wasn't very bad. Then at 2 we began again, 'till 6. Moe had Aydelotte + me at his club for dinner. We chatted

afterward with Paul Manship. Then at 9 ³⁰ I went for a call on Alfred + Reba, who were surprised! Alfred talked my head off about proteins. I am going there for dinner tomorrow night, - they will have Heidelberger + his wife too. I tried to find out what Aydelotte planned to do at the Institute, but learned little. I told him that I didn't think much of mathematical biology.

[written in red lettering at the bottom of the page:

VISIT THE NEW YORK WORLD'S FAIR AND STAY AT THE COMMODORE]

[page 2 begins on the next sheet with the same letterhead and picture]

I like to look at your letters and think about you, and what a fine sweet wife you are. Crellie is surely a little darling - worthy of his beautiful mother.

I wish that I could have seen the ballet with you, and I hope that you have enjoyed them all. You are watching the last one now - I hope that you have a nice companion. Next year I'll get better seats for you.

I didn't sleep much last night. I think that we sleep poorly just because we aren't together. (This little table is very rickety, which makes my writing funny.)

The second trip is delayed a week - to March 24 - 5^th. Perhaps we can spend the week before in Berkeley!

Love, love, love, + love (+ kisses too) from

Your own husband

Linus

oooooooo

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[An envelope accompanies the letter:

Postmark: New York, N.Y. Grand Central Annex Feb 18 1940 2 30 PM

Addressed to: Mrs. Ava Helen Pauling R1 Box 622 Pasadena, Calif.

Return address: L Pauling imprinted with the same picture of the hotel The COMMODORE 42^nd street at Grand Central Terminal New York City

AIR MAIL HOTEL COMMODORE ]