Thursday, October 28, 2010

August 11, 1940 - G. Karl

Dear Marie,

        Did you receive card, that was to let you know that I was still thinking of you, now was'nt that nice.

        How are you and honey - don't tell me you've fallen in love with some- southern Romeo- Come, Come dear you can't do that to me and as old Ted Lewis would say- please dear think of me, won't you, just a little thought and then, why, with you dear, I'm happy.

        Now isn't that cute?

        Well, I'm here until tomorrow and then to Elgen for a week then to Chicago, that city thats lives all day and night, bars and bars, boy of boy will I get stiff, but Chicago is a lonely city unless you have a partner and thats the truth.

        Say, I bet you have a swell sun-tan, hope to see your sun-tan and all.

        It's Sunday and about 4:30 p.m., I'm indulging in a few drinks and maybe my writing might be a bit jittery, but honey its the band that I am listening to and sup.

        Tonight- Wally Beau is at the rens, have visited the rens the last five Sundays, ----- ---- crowds.

        Business is so dead that sometimes I think that I am dead until I hit that bar at night and then its New Years, once more that begs ----- drunk German is swinging and swaying.

        To you - I send my everything.

        Love Karl

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