[written on the Commodore letterhead]

10 ³⁰ PM Sunday

Dearest Love:

I love you, darling girl. Now my trip is half over - four nights gone by, part of the fifth. Moe and Alfred send you greetings. Yesterday Thorfin met me, I went with him to the University, where everyone is upset at Hutchins getting through his scheme of giving an A.B. after the sophomore year! They call it AB/2 or a.b.). Then at 2 ³⁰ on to New York - and on the train were Prof. And Mrs Dearborn of OAC, to whom I talked a while. At 8 ³⁰ I arrived here, took a room (3 ⁵⁰ ) at the Commodore, went to the meeting, where your letter greeted me. We worked Till [sic] 6 (lunch at the Harvard Club - I had omelet), and then Alfred came to the hotel, reba having a cold, [back of page] and talked until now, with me lying on the bed - we went to the Oyster Bar for supper, I taking vegetable plate - not very good. Alfred is full of ideas; his recent chromosome work is good, I think.

It was cold in Chicago, with snow on the ground, but it is not cold here, and I have kept warm in my longies.

I'd like to have seen the owl and wild geese and ice cream and strawberries and Crellie all clean. You area lovely sweet little wife, getting better and better as you grow older, and I love you more and more all of the time. I'm going to take a bath and got to bed now.

Your own

Paddy