a postcard from my dad to my mom — 1941

Anxious Tuesday, the 18th
Dear Bea:
Having just discovered something which, no doubt will, in future years place me in the Hall of Fame, I quickly decided that you must share this most wonderful discovery – here she be: Mr. Webster, of dictionary fame was a mere, rank amateur, but of the purest sort. For instance, he takes the word “anxious,” and places a conglomeration of words after it, and blandly states that these words … mean anxious – the guy was either crazy, a mental idiot, or never in love – “anxious” only means one thing to wit … “Wednesday. 4:45 P.M. the last car… ” or is it love? Hey monkey , did I tell you I loved you?

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