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LOVE LETTERS
Janet and Sonny dated for a year, but she was seeing several other fellows, including three boys who were best friends. Although her Grandma Fannie had taught Janet that “all men are Hunds,” Yiddish for dogs, Janet realized she liked Sonny a lot, certainly better than all the other guys. So she sent him this letter on October 9, 1941, to clear things up:
Dearest Sonny: How come I write you letters when I see you a few times a week and all I have to do is call you up if I want to hear that scintillating voice of yours. Truthfully, I wouldn’t say the things I write.
I wouldn’t be able to tell you your eyes are cute, curly lashes too, and your hair gets all curly.
How does it feel to get “purswooed” by a woman? It’s usually up to the fellow to do the running -- “after” not “away from” so when a designing female takes his part I guess it kinda mixes the poor bloke up. Nothing could mix you up any more than you are now.
Personal department: For women only -- Don’t wear a girdle to the office. Take it from one who owns one! (That’s an offer...does anyone wanna take it?)
I could go on for pages, but I’m afraid you’ll be so worn out reading this, you won’t phone me up. Get the hint, you dope?
Well, be good -- until I see you! Love Your Gal.
Janet also wrote this poem to Sonny while she was wooing him, “which only goes to prove there are more ways to get a man than baking an apple pie!” she says.
Weather Resistance
A raindrop fell upon my lips
’Twas like a kiss from you.
I brushed it away with my fingertips ’Cause only the real thing will do!
...Janet Salter