To MISS GRACE IREDELL,
Summerfield, N. C.
Baltimore, Oct. 10, 1906.
Dear Little Sis:
What in the world made you blab about what I wrote you last week? Father
sends me a roast about going to a theatre and not going to a Methodist
church. You know a fellow should not be expected to work all the time,
but Father's old-fashioned and can't see it that way. Don't tell him
anything like that again.
I have been to theatres a couple more times. You know it doesn't cost
much if you sit with the "gods" in the cheaper seats. All the fellows
pay Dutch and we have a jolly time. One night we went into a lunchroom
on Fayette street and enjoyed fried oysters. Another night we went to a
German place downtown and had a bottle of beer and a cheese sandwich. It
was lively there; such a nice lot of people.
I haven't been to a Methodist church yet. I intended to go Sunday
morning, but I was out late Saturday night and I didn't get up in time.
Sunday night I went to that Associate Church again. I saw my pretty
girl--I tell you she's a beauty. She had a fellow with her. Wish I had
been in his place. Going to a blow-out at the church tomorrow night.
Maybe she'll be there. Hope so....
Yours,
HUGH.