all friends. Tell the Worst of Managers that he
knows where to find his leading juvenile for next
season. Think how funny it would be for us to
play together next year—we havent done it since
'57—the third year we were married. That was
my first season higher than walking—and now I'm
quite an old woman—most thirty dear!
Write me soon a letter like that last one—and
send a kiss to Nina—our Nina.
Your own girl,