[letter written in black ink on National Academy of Sciences letterhead]

5 Sept. 1943 [written by older LP]

Sunday, 1 PM

Dearest love:

One more night has gone by - eight more to go, before I am back with you. I've been thinking that perhaps I ought to stay in Princeton and supervise trials of my new idea, but I hope that some other way of trying it out can be found - it may not be any good, anyway (no flaws have turned up yet, however). I have not slept too well: the sponge rubber mattresses are a little too hard, I think; but by going to bed at 8 and getting up at 10 I get enough rest.

The only paper in the club car this morning was the Chicago Sunday Tribune, which is more disgusting than ever, even the funnies being anti-administration propoganda.

We are now passing through beautiful Illinois cornfields. The train is only about 1 1/2 hours late. I'll try to see Phoebe and telll her how David is getting along.

Are you putting Liny to good use? You should have him plant some more vegetables, and level off that space under the oak tree and place the rest of the flat rocks. I think that he would like that job.

It looks warm outside, and is rather warm in the train. I'll transfer to the Union Station and check my bag, and then go out on the I.C., and return, instead of taking my bag and catching the train at Englewood.

I love you, darling. I wish that the war were over - then we could travel everywhere together.

Love to the 'tries.

Your own

Paddy