Day Book, N.C.

June 17, 1944

Dearest Louise,

Never thought I would be writing you again. I don’t know of any one I would like to write better than you. I thought I had been ranking up at Burnsville sitting around there with Doris and Bobrey. But when you come in they looked worse than I did Sunday when that gentleman came in. I believe you had been in his hair though. It was a little thin. Well here I go trying to play wise guy, and never gaining nothing by it.

Louise we won’t get the car out of the garage till Saturday. I will come up Saturday night if you will write and tell me to come on. Or come and get you and bring you to town or any place you wish to go. Boy that never burned me up Sunday; I never before in my life felt that way. Why don’t you write me and tell me to go jump in the lake. Then maybe I will quit thinking about you. And get down to my size.

“Love” always,

Ike