And the worst of it is Al that when they brought us the mail they was 2 letters for me from Florrie and I couldn’t of asked for nicer letters if I had wrote them myself only why and the he‑ll couldn’t she of wrote them a day sooner and I would of no more thought of getting excused today then fly because if I had knew how my Mrs. mist me and how much she cares I wouldn’t of been waisting no time on no Ernestine but its to late now and Black Jack’s gone and so is my 20 franks and believe me Al 20 frank notes is tray pew over here. I’ll say they are.

Your pal, Jack .