Clinton Castle, High St.

April 29, 1942

Hello Private Drabish:

Awfully sorry to disturb you but I am answering sooner than usual. Don’t laugh, but tonite I am answering the rest of the unanswered letters I had stacked for a while. (I) am glad to hear about your brothers climbing to the, what shall I call it, the heights of glory, but don’t worry, you’re older so metals and stripes wouldn’t excite anymore, so by and by you’ll get there some day and your girl-friend or shall I say heart throb will be proud of you.

Am also glad to hear your sister is married. What happened to her Patice friend? Sunday I went to a nearby park and fooled around some touring boats to sun bathing. I’m getting tan already. Maybe before summer is over, I’ll be (as) tan as you are now. I met some Soldier boys for the Air Corps and I had a swell time. I had my army blanket with us so I told them that I lived in Tent City over the bridge until they decided to walk us home, then I had to be serious. You see, they have been in N.J. only 2 months and they are from Texas, so they believed me at times and doubted me at other times.

Went to the movies to see Kings Row, good pictures: and Song of the Islands, not so hot. Oh, yes I am studying Radio Physics maybe before I am too old, will make a letter home for myself. Wish I could be an electrical engineer, of course I’ll never reach that but I (will) be able to assist them some by some chances, maybe. Oh, you would be surprised, how good I am on that line of work, no kidding either. As for as old maid stuff goes I have already got myself a pair of horn rimmed glasses and my career is Radio Chemistry. Also I have my house picked out, also when I get my pension Ill pay for it because at present I spend most of my money fast because of high cost of living.

My sink stopped up Sunday and I took it apart and boy did I flood the floor. I’ll let you guess that one.

I am taking it easy this week because I am breaking in a new girl so I’ll sit back in a chair and look around at things of interest while everyone is working.

I don’t know if I told you about my job, you see I hold an important job concerning a Navy high power tube and I control a high frequency of electricity of about 10,000 volts of electric to treat these tubes so just a slip on my part the R.C.A inc. would have a dead burned body rolled up in a ball. In order to avoid the public a little experience to bury the body, they cover my body with a heavy insurance + $500 doubled that I carry myself. So my folks would get rich by the profits on my body. Last week the furnace that holds the voltage of electricity blew up within a few feet of me the floor shook until everyone around was scared.

I shut the Airvent off in a slit of a second and watched the performance. No one was burnt but I never saw a performance like that in my life. It was caused by a short circuit in the wires. The funny part was that a girl stood near by when it happened, she threw up her hands and screamed. It sure was funny. Well that’s that about my job.

I better stop now and excuse me now for this crazy letter and its awful writing, for I never was a good writer, worse now than ever.

I have to move now because my co-bed mate is hanging a line across the room to hang some clothes she washed and I happened to be in its path. So long and wishing you lots of luck until I hear from you again. The chandelier over my head looks as if it will hit me by the looks of the clothes line. That means a black out.

So Long,

Stella