I felt so good after the game that I drunk one of them pink cocktails. I don’t know what their name is. And then I sent a postcard to poor little Violet. I don’t care nothing about her but it don’t hurt me none to try and cheer her up once in a while. We leave here Thursday night for home and they had ought to be two or three letters there for me from Hazel because I haven’t heard from her lately. She must of lost my road addresses.

Your pal, Jack .

P.S. I forgot to tell you what Callahan said after the game. He said I was a real pitcher now and he is going to use me in the city serious. If he does Al we will beat them Cubs sure.

Chicago, Illinois, September 27.