Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Friday 9 February 1945,
7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Got four
letters from you today and a couple of dental periodicals. About Cousins, the Army is like that. Promotions are sometimes rapid. However in the Navy everybody short of God
has to put in his time in a grade or rank before he can expect any advancement.
About the
Professional Bureau. If and when they
turn an account back to you and you turn it over to Posner, notify the Bureau
what you have done. After they turn it
back to you they can't expect any collection commissions if you have, in the
meantime, turned the account over to someone else. Regarding the Ottis-Kelley account. There are three cards, one for Mrs. Kelley,
one for her daughter and one for her mother Mrs. Ottis. Don't let them confuse you by claiming credit
on one card when the credit is given on another. If you get in a jam, phone Miss Earnest for a
hand.
After all
these months I'm surprised at the long letter from Blanche. It goes to show something, but I don't know
what.
So you are
reading "Forever Amber" eh?
What a gal.
The dinner
party at the Beverly Hills Hotel sounded especially nice. Wish I could have been there for a couple of
rumbas and sambas with you.
You're right Honey. Dave hit it right on the head this time. But then a guy can't be wrong all the
time. He's bound to be right once in
awhile.
Yes dear, I'll
try out that technique you mention first chance I get and I know you can do it.
Now back to
me. Today began as usual with work and
more work. I knocked off at 11:15 AM and
read Esquire until chow time. This being
field day, I "crapped out" while my corpsman worked all
afternoon. One of the ships had 200
books they wanted to get rid of so I took them off their hands. Nice of me wasn't it. The books aren't new but there is still
plenty of good reading in them. They are
mostly mystery and detective stories. I
think they'll be quite popular.
The movie
tonight is "Music Over Manhattan" with Ann Savage but only rates
3. However I don't believe I'll miss
it. Not me.
Well Sweet,
this thirty for tonight. Good night and
pleasant dreams. I love you, I love you,
I love you. (note the repetition for
emphasis). When I get back I'll show you
how much.
Impatiently,
Gil
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