Jan 29 1947 [In AHP's handwriting]

Wednesday evening.

Dearest love:

How are you getting along? I hope that everything is all right. I'm feeling ind - still a trace of a cold. I stayed in bed yesterday afternoon, because of feeling a bit under the weather - and this morning when Michael called me I sat up so fast as to make me dizzy - a dizziness which lasted for some time.

Michael sends his greetings to you. He had dinner with me at Shrafft's, & we saw an old movie - "Dodsworth" - not bad.

Our dinner companions here last night were Ann Levene (born Montana, about 1880) - widow of Phoebus D Levene) and Mrs Clark Eichelberger (Clark is in LA). I cottoned to Mrs Levene - she's cute. As Schaffner said to me today (about some other chicken) "She can boil her socks in my coffee anyday!" Schaffner is great - a wonderfully smart fellow - has hired in every state in the Union - in 1500 towns. Thorfin & I are riding down to Princeton with him tomorrow morning. I told him about my new Institute for Medical Research, which excited him - he told me about a clinician who had the same idea in 1937, about Huntington Mem. Hosp. & CIT, which fell through - and who had asked him to be executive officer! Dr. Whofford, or something.

Schaffner intimated that I might be interested in being director of the New York Hospital - that beautiful tall building north of the Rock. Inst. Lots of money - great chance for medical research.

Thorfin is all right. Phoebe still has headaches - steady ones.

Miss Kingdon said that if I came back without you they wouldn't let me in. She & Weaver took me to lunch. She gave away 12 pears, thinking they would spoil - perhaps you should send her more. Weaver said you'd promised to send edible-pod peas to him.

I love you, darling, and the children.

Your Paddy