papers—to report here the 14th—Thursday—so my next letter I’ll either be 4F or in His Majesty’s Army!
Charles Gardiner: unidentified.
Dead End—Winterset: movies that came out in 1937 and 1936, respectively.
She Stoops to Conquer: classic comedy by Oliver Goldsmith (1773).
To Edith Gaddis
Cambridge, Massachusetts
[16 January 1943]
Dear Mom—
Tried to get into Merchant Marine—couldn’t because of albumin; had draft board changed to Cambridge—will probably be inducted in early February but think I shan’t be drafted.
Thanks for Sak’s letter—since it looks like I’ll be here and do need a suit—well what do you think? I need it and they have my measurements—couldn’t they send it up?
Well everything under control, and except for owing Weidner library a small fortune and wanting to get a newspaper job immediately, having just seen Cary Grant in Once Upon a Honeymoon, I guess things will stay under control—
Love
Bill
Once Upon a Honeymoon: 1942 film in which Grant plays a radio correspondent in Europe during World War II.
To Edith Gaddis
Cambridge, Massachusetts
[11 February 1943]
Dear Mom—
Just about able to sit up and write after my first fencing—first physical ed. I’ve had in years—and it was wild! Exercises I never knew existed. My right leg is sore from them and practicing lunges etc. I do hope I can stay with it. It is some sport.
Thanks for the watch—it’s good to have it again—and the gloves are beautiful thanks so much for both—and the checks. I paid 22.75 on the Coop’s bill and got $8 change—now I can charge until March 10th. That bill is right I guess and will check up some more. Now I can pay Callahan—and get a ticket to the ballet—the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo is going to be up here next week—Scherherezade Thursday night—the Afternoon of a Faun Saturday night—I don’t know which—those are the ones I want to see—
Last evening my roommate and I and some others (one fellow from India, one from Puerto Rico,—Afghanistan etc.) were invited to dinner at Mr. Finlay’s—the house master’s—quarters—quite an affair—beautiful furniture, silver service etc.—an Australian flier was here and did a great deal of talking but otherwise it was quite an event—
Right now it’s time to stop—Stanley Gould just came over—from ‘Watch Hill’ in Conncticut—who practiced drums for 6 years—and my room mate—and a record named Chasin’ with Chase are all going at once—so—I’d better get to work
Love
Bill
Stanley Gould: (1926–85), later became a well-known Greenwich Village hipster/junkie in the ’40s and ’50s. He was the model for Anatole Broyard’s “Portrait of a Hipster” (Partisan Review, June 1948) and for Ross Wallenstein in Kerouac’s novel The Subterraneans (1958, in which WG appears as Harold Sand).
“Chasin’ with Chase”: a jazz tune recorded by vibraphonist Lionel Hampton.
To Edith Gaddis
Cambridge, Massachusetts
[19 February 1943]
Dear Mom—
We did see the ballet last night and it was beautiful—we had wonderful seats—middle of back, orchestra circle, 1st row, Scheherazade was—well just — — — don’t have the right words. We’re going again tomorrow night—Afternoon of a Faun (Callahan cashed a check!).
I have been quite busy all week, and waiting around for George, who I thot might show up. He set out the 17th and I wanted him to stop here on his way down—then looked at the map and saw how far out of his way it is, so I’m really not surprised not seeing him. I hope I do before he goes, tho.
Red and I have furnished the room some what—an easy chair, lamp, and pillows for the couch, and now it is quite liveable—strange how much these little things do. It runs into $ but certainly is worth it.
We haven’t been asked for any ration books up here—they just feed us tripe and that is that. However I see no reason for not getting my number 2 book, as we can’t tell how long I’ll be here.
I’m quite busy—an hour exam in psyc. next week, 5000 words (which is quite a lot when you stop to count them up) on the short story form in the New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly etc.—I had a talk with Mr. Elman—he is quite all right—in fact I gave him a story I wrote for him to look at and criticize—which he probably will!
John is taking a secretarial course in Washington—and not exceedingly happy with it—but it will clear up I guess.
And by now (when you get this letter) you will probably know all about it—tho it may not happen—but Charley Socarides is coming soon to try to get into some medical school in NY—plans to stay at the Biltmore and may look up Mrs. Garrett! So—it’s out of my hands—I’d like to have come down with him, but $ and work and I guess it’s best I’m not—a good long weekend.
The news about J—Osborne quite astounding—but keep me posted—I don’t know if I’ll be down in April—no Easter vacation—
Love
B—
ration books: issued in World War II to control consumption of high-demand products. Book 2 was issued in January 1943.
Mr. Elman: unidentified.
Charley Socarides: Charles W. Socarides (1922–2005), American psychiatrist and author, known for his belief that homosexuality was a curable illness. He graduated from Harvard in 1945.
J—Osborne: Jim Osborne, apparently a high-school friend.
To Edith Gaddis
Cambridge, Massachusetts
[27 February 1943]
Dear Mom—
Thanks so much for the check—and now if I can collect from my roommate I can see Sylvia Sidney in Pygmalion this weekend too! I suppose that it was extravagant to go to the Ballet Russe—twice—and good seats, but can never regret it; the first night was better than the second, but the latter was worth seeing just for the Afternoon of a Faun which they did beautifully. Of course it was quite short but delightful all the same.
And now the best news: I have gotten out of that time wasting french class—I was really getting nothing out of it that [I] hadn’t had already, and the only reason for taking it was language requirement for a degree. So, after much trouble, I got admitted to English 3b, the ‘form of the drama, from Lope de Vega to Odets,’