They beat us the day before yesterday as you probibly know and it rained yesterday and today. The papers says it will be all OK tomorrow and Callahan tells me I am going to work. The Cub pitchers was all shot to peaces and the bad weather is just nuts for them because it will give Cheney a good rest. But I will beat him Al if they don’t kick it away behind me.

I must close because I promised Allen the little lefthander that I would come over to his flat and play cards a while tonight and I must wash up and change my collar. Allen’s wife’s sister is visiting them again and I would give anything not to have to go over there. I am through with girls and don’t want nothing to do with them.

I guess it is maybe a good thing it rained today because I dreamt about Violet last night and went out and got a couple of high balls before breakfast this morning. I hadn’t never drank nothing before breakfast before and it made me kind of sick. But I am all OK now.