Dear Madam:

Yours of recent date received and contents noted. In reply would state.—

Dear Dr. Lucile Aly

I take my pen in hand, hoping you are the same, and write you a lovely letter as usual.

Precious Lady:

I don't want to write a letter at all. I want to be back there with you and Bower and Stewart and Perky. And I want biscuits for breakfast the very worst way! That's what I want.

It's been raining like the end of the world most of the day and part of the night — a chill torrent, and I've been catching up with letters — business, thank-you and other sorts. I do wish I had old Enid for a secretary as in the old days at the P-D.

I thought much about your parents and the hurricane, but I did not worry because I felt sure the tremendous evacuation would move them out to safety. But I do admire your brother for going back! That sounds pretty fine to me. Tell me more when you hear. I want very much to know.

I'm glad for the copy of Man-Song with the marked lyrics you want me to include in Lyrics and D ramas. I'm sure you're right, and I'll find titles.

The Lincoln trip was sweet. People seemed to know me already, and there was a back-home feeling. Strange! I was there 40 years ago. There has been a good deal of enthusiastic comment up there.

It's about the same here — radio, TV, talk among students & over the town. The TV programs are looked forward to, apparently with eagerness. KFRU played the new record two days & I talked informally in answer to friendly questions.

O how are you? Very happy, surely! I'm sure you are. I'm so glad you won't let tatting interfere with an occasional lovely letter to this poor old man who likes you a little as usual.

John N
Epic America class looks like 180-200. Haven't counted, but it's the largest.