May 26, 1943
Lieut. R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
Navy 60 F.P.O. San Fran.
Again the morning chores are over and awaiting the day’s developments. This old month of May is rapidly coming to a close and that means another month behind.
Last night was the first I was able to read – It was sorta on the sly and of course I had to finish my book. Read until 11:30 P.M. The book was “My Sister Eileen” – Just a catchy book with no plot but well written and a little on the funny side. The show has been produced I think but of course I didn’t see the show. After I had finished reading I had to go to my tent and it really was as black as the inside of a cow or anything blacker you can think of. Anyway I knew if I walked I the general direction I’d either hit the tent or the clothes line. I hit the latter but got to the tent ok.
Some fellow here got a letter from his wife saying that coconuts were 25¢ per in the states, boy what a pile of dough is going to waster here. On the average one buck’s worth drops around our tent each night. That would really be dollars from Heaven if one
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Speaking of that song – I’ve taken care of one of the writers of that song and also taken care of one of Walt Disney’s copy artists. He sure can give a lot of dope on the inside of that particular kind of movie. One surely does meet some interesting people as well as some uninteresting – Rich and poor. One of my friends from Reno owns two hotels there and probably is worth a cool million but he doesn’t seem any different than us. He has been my tent mate since coming here and I would never have know but the other fellow from Reno told me, but to own two hotels one has to have a few buck. We also run into the stuffy, pontifical type who are now making more money than they ever made in their life before and do a lot of talking about their pre war work.
This letter seems to be quite much on the gossip side but it fills up space and since there is no news. This seems the best I can do. Anyway
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Interesting reference from so long ago and far away to My Sister Eileen. That became one of our favorite Broadway Musicals, Wonderful Town. A classic.
This was one of my father’s favorite expressions! I remember it well: “as black as the inside of a cow ” 🙂
LOL: “boy what a pile of dough is going to waster here. On the average one buck’s worth drops around our tent each night” 🙂
If only he had written a book….or we had his diary: “I’ve taken care of one of the writers of that song and also taken care of one of Walt Disney’s copy artists. He sure can give a lot of dope on the inside of that particular kind of movie. One surely does meet some interesting people as well as some uninteresting…”