15 Nov., 1937
Bud,
For gosh sakes get my clothes here by Thursday nite. I want to go to the OU Homecoming Blow out and can't with out some duds. So whoop it up sonny. It's the only chance I've had to get away from the sticks for a month. I'll write you a good letter if you get 'em here or shoot you if you don't and Man can I shoot. - Christ! I haven't cracked my testicles for one month - and they're really itching. Isn't that return address a honey?
Granddad looks like he's going to take the run out powder on us - Bad heart, bad cold, bad exodus a la faeces (crap to you) and not to mention bad breath and B.O. However, I hope he gets OK but seriously he really is pretty bad shape.
Buddy Boy, if you don't manage to find a nice little school where you can go awful cheap, you'll really land into a nice little job back home. There's enough work out there to take care of all of Woods Counties unemployed.
Gene
P.S. Notice! Read this last! Don't let this old shit slinging worry you, I'm just practicing so I can fertilize a couple hundred acres of poor land come next spring. But for Gods sake get my duds on the way.