Still no car. I'd kinda like to wait now and buy a sports car-bet the chicks would go for that, Huh? I suppose you're making out all right, though, right? You old dog, you.

I managed to pick up two clients last month-a dry cleaner and a liquor store. Well, at least I can say my cleaning bill went down. That's something.

Otherwise everything is the same. Oh I went up and took dancing lessons, and met a few girls, but they all either weigh about twice what I do or they have bad skin or something-I guess only the dogs. bother to go to those places. Well, Rover has to go bury some bones himself right now- -so-as you were, Joe.

Jack

September, 1959

Dear Joe,

Or should I say "Dear Sir." Congratulations on making OCS. Just think now you can be a gentleman-although it takes an act of Con- gress to do it. I must say I envy you. And I pity the female population when they let you loose with those shiny gold bars-hey-hey!

Of course, you probably looked at the photo already—yep, that's me alright, sitting in the big hairy Mercedes. Well, it's not my car, un- fortunately, it belongs to Clair Clair Benson, one of my clients. She's an interior decorator and I can tell you, Joe, she makes a pile of it. I took her on last month and she's a real pleasure to work for, Joe. In fact, we went on a picnic together a couple times. That's when she took the picture.

Things are about the same at work. I finally got a raise a lousy five dollars a week. Oh, well, with my extra work, it's starting to mount up - boy! If I had a few more clients like Clair, things would be O.K. Well

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good luck, Joe.

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Jack