Sixteenth Spring, 1926

I care a lot for Bill Rush now.

I like him better than anyone else.

We don’t even speak, though.

The same old “gang” is still

going strong, although not quite

so strong as it was a year ago.

When I came back from the vacation

I learned that Bill Rush had gone

to Colorado for his health. Oh!

The third period seems lonely

without Bill.

Floyd, his special pal, looks lonely too.

The season is very late this year.

The blossoms aren’t out on the peach trees,

and the violets haven’t come up.