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[Envelope]:
Dorothy Six
8 Brookside Avenue
Pelham, 65, New York

A/C Judson Clark
Sqdrn 5, Class 45-A
Cadet Detachment
Stewart Field
Newburgh, New York

[Transcription begins]:
Wednesday

Dearest Judson,

Got your letter last night. Golly, it was so good to hear from you. I wanted to write & answer it right away but couldn’t manage. What a madhouse I live in.

Per usual I’m at work now. It’s always hard to write with a bunch of girls talking to you. Everyone right now is pretty quiet. Something must have happened because this is the first time since I’ve been here that we’ve been quiet—all of us.

It’s probably a darn good thing that you didn’t have to take that check on Monday. Oh, did you get lost on that Cross Country thing? How was it? Where abouts in Pennsylvania did you go? (I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt in assuming that you even got to Pennsylvania.)

Well, it’s too bad about the tickets for Saturday night but it’s probably just as well. It was a nice idea anyhow.

What’s this song, “This Could Happen To Me?” Do you by any chance mean “It Could Happen To You?” As far as I can remember, which isn’t very far, I’ve never heard your version.

Well, Judson, if the life I’ve been leading lately keeps up, you’ll have your wish about me being very dull, uninteresting and homely. It’s really sad. My bags are practically suitcases. Sleep is something which I haven’t had any of.

Time certainly flies when you come home. The weekend gets shorter & shorter every time. When you do learn to speak in shorthand teach me. That would be wonderful. We should or at least I should, write down all the things I want to say to you & then read them off.

That picture you sent me was absolutely darling. It’s so cute! But—I still want those pictures of you in front of the plane or whatever it is. The pictures we took last weekend haven’t come back yet but when they do, if they’re any good I’ll have a set made and send them to you.

Well, honey, please write soon. You’ll be home in two more days. It seems as though someone threw an extra two hundred days in this week. Hope you can read this. Be good & take care of yourself.

Lots of love,
Dottie
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