You might be confused that Betty's letters are out of date order from the sequence of Jack's letters, but I've tried to fit her letters in when I thought he must have received them. I partially based this on his own listings of the dates of the letters he had received from her.
July 22, 1944
Saturday
Dearest Jack,
I’ve mailed you two miniature copies of the Courier. Stewarts have them published and give them away every Friday. It will probably be quite a while before you get them cause it says to send them regular mail so I did. I was afraid it wouldn’t go air mail.
I’m playing records and writing. Right now I’m playing records from Sigmund Romberg’s Album. They’re wonderful.
Last night I went to a hen party and had loads of fun. A lady here in Crescent Hill had five of us in to meet a girl who’s visiting her from Idaho. She’s an awfully cute girl.
Monday night I went out to the hospital at Ft. Knox. The fellows really appreciated our coming out.
It’s really nice not having to work on Saturday. I have been working. It’s something to do any way. I’ve been trying to get into first, overseas Red Cross work, and then Red Cross work in the States, but the age is 23-35. That gripes me.
Now, I’m playing “One Alone”. It’s so wonderful. I love it.
Can’t think of any more. Bye for now.
Yours, as always,
Betty
- Stewarts---Stewart Dry Goods Co. was a large Louisville department store
- Sigmund Romberg--- 1887–1951, Hungarian-American composer, educated in Vienna. He came to the United States in 1909, played in restaurant and cafĂ© orchestras, and soon had his own orchestra. He wrote the score for the musical The Whirl of the World (1914), and followed it with more than 70 operettas. The Columbia Encyclopedia, Sixth Edition. 2001-05.
- "One Alone"---From the Broadway Musical "Desert Song" (1926)
I have heard all you've been saying
Yet I will love in my own way
Lonely as a desert breeze
I may wonder where I please
Yet I keep on longing
Just to rest a while
Where a sweetheart's tender eyes
Take the place of sand and skies
All the World forgotten
In one Woman's smile
One alone, to be my own
I alone, to know her caresses
One to be, eternally
The one my worshipping soul possesses
At her call, I'd give my all
All my life and all my love enduring
This would be a magic World to me
If she were mine alone
One alone, to be my own
I alone, to know her caresses
One to be, eternally
The one my worshipping soul possesses
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