Text: "Sunday afternoon. My Sweetheart -- Am I expecting too much when I look forward to a special every Sunday morning. I don't suppose you felt much like I deserved one this time, after the mail had been so irregular last week. I'm sorry it was, and I just love you with every bit of life there is in me. On the way home from church this morning one of the boys told us (Gents and me) that we had specials at the house, but mine wasn't from you. Yes, it was from mother -- she received a wire from Dad to meet him in Chicago Wednesday, and to go with him the remaining three weeks he is to be gone. Naturally that heats up the family considerably; I think she's going to let George and Word "batch" it an send the two girls to Waco with his folks there. It's hot today, downright summer weather, so I guess we'll have to hunt the beach again this afternoon. Seems like we never do study any more, doesn't it? but we've certainly got it to do, and it's got to be done in the next few weeks. I for one am raring to hit it for a few weeks more stead, then quit for the summer -- but it's hard to start again studying every night, after being nine hours in classes. Sweetheart, I do so hope you can persuade your folks to come down some week-end. One off the doctors at the banquet Friday night drove down from Waco, he and his wife, and he said the roads were a little rough, but easy passable. -- The boys are in a hurry to go swimming -- wish you could go with us. Kiss me long -- Felix."