Thursday morning

Dearest love:

I love you, darling, and our little rascals. I hope that you have got a letter from Linus by this time - he must be feeling pretty chipper to go so long without writing.

The trip has gone along well so far. It seems to be mild outside - there was snow only in the mountains. Some of the corn fields have been plowed already, showing the rich black soil of the Mississippi valley.

I have slept well. My remnant of a cold seems to be neither better not worse. I shall continue to wear my longies.

The main idea that I thought up yesterday still looks good to me - I'm writing to Dr Corey about it. I have spent my time reading the Guggenheim stuff and the Sat. E.P. and trying to think up ideas.

Don't work too hard, dear little girl; remember that people get into trouble after the flu by working too much. Have you seen Mrs Brown?

Loads of love from

Paddy

[California Institute of Technology]

Thursday evening

Dearest love:

I trust that you and the itsies are all all right. I love the whole crowd of you.

I've been getting along well. Jim Castle was with me from Denver to Chicago. I talked so long to him that I became hoarse. He's a specialist on anemias. I didn't get to ride in a "chambe-rette" on the Burlington Lephyr because the car (with a couple of others) was wrecked a couple of days ago.

In Chicago I saw a most remarkable movie "Fighting Lady", photography by Steichen- about an airplane carrier. Also I went to that newsreel movie + saw a very good film captured from the Germans about the break-through in December. I'll take you to Fighting Lady.

The weather is still fine. I am well, but I felt a bit tired yesterday, my throat isn't sore.

Mrs. Dorsy sends you her regards. For 20 years she has had a sick husband (Ed) on her hands, which is why she travels with him.

Love from Paddy