Camp Logan, Dec. 16.
Friend Al: Well old pal I am up against a funny proposition now and it isn’t so dam funny at that. Here is a letter I received this a.m. from that girlie. I will copy it down.
Soldier Boy, so we are going to meet at last. Yes we are, that is if you want it to happen. My aunt in Houston has been wanting me to come there for months, but not till now have I really wanted to. You know why I do now, don’t you Soldier Boy? You say it is easier for you to get off Sundays. All right. Will you meet me in the lobby of the Rice Hotel a week from today at one in the afternoon. I will let you take me to dinner and we can talk things over. We have a lot to say to each other, haven’t we Soldier Boy? Write me at once and say you will meet me. I can hardly wait to get your reply and if you disappoint me I will do something to make you sorry. But you won’t will you? I am just finishing your sweater and will bring it to you.
Well Al when the letter come I had a notion to write to her back and tell her to not come but in her letter she said she would do something to make me sorry and I am afraid of what she would do and if she done something rash I would feel like it was my fault and besides if she has got a sweater pretty near made for me it would be kind of mean to of made her do all that work for nothing and besides a man needs a sweater a lot of times even down here and I was going to buy one because I didn’t have no idear she was makeing one for me. So I figure the best way to do is to tell her I will meet her and I will take her somewheres to dinner and while we are at dinner I can tell her the truth about me being married and it will be much better to tell her to her face then write it in a letter because it would sound pretty hard in black and white but the only thing is we have got to find some quite spot so as if she makes a seen or something they won’t be no crowd around to pop their eyes out at us. But I hope she is a game bird and will take it OK and I’m sorry now I didn’t tell her in the 1st place and I wish she wasn’t comeing and I sometimes wish I was a little scrimp or ugly so as a girl wouldn’t look at me twice and between you and I Al it isn’t all a bed of roses to be like I am.
I will write and tell you how I come out but I am to exited to write any more now and I wish they was some way I could get out of it all without leaveing no scars.
Houston, Tex., Dec. 24.
Friend Al: I bet you will pop your eyes out when you read this letter and read what I got to tell you. I will begin at the beginning and tell you what come off so as you will know what come off.
Saturday I pretty near made up my mind that it would be better for me to not see Miss Chase so when I asked for leave for yesterday I hoped they wouldn’t give it to me but they give it to me OK so I had to come or it would look funny. Well I come into the Rice at about 5 min. to 1 and looked around the lobby and they was only one woman that was alone and she was old about 35 and I looked around and couldn’t see no girl that looked like they was waiting for somebody, and while I was looking this woman I seen seen me and come over to where I was standing. Well Al I thought sure it was the girl’s aunt and she had heard about our date and was going to raise h‑ll or something. Well this woman come up and says wasn’t I Corporal Keefe. Well I didn’t know what to say and I kind of stalled and she says “Was you expecting to meet some one here?” So I said “Yes I was looking for a man.” So then she kind of smirked and says “Well I was expecting to meet a man to and I thought you was him.” So I said “No I guess you have got the wrong bird.”
Well Al everything would of been OK and I could of got away OK only just when I had her beleiving it wasn’t me who should come up but Lefty Kramer that pitchs in the Texas League and lives here and instead of him just saying “Hello Jack” of course he had to say “Well if here ain’t old Jack Keefe” and then it was good
