February 23, 1943

Habana, Feb. 23/43

Hi there!... Screw Ball!

Are you missing me? I'd love to know because I'm missing you lots.

I am writing you this letter from the University. Nancy, Nenita, and I are sitting on a bench waiting for the teacher (who was supposed to be here at 9:00 and the clock has just stroked 9:30)

How is your father and mother? Be sure to tell them "hello" for me.

Wednesday night we (Nancy and I) went to the International Club with Joe and his brother Ed. We had lots of fun. Thursday night we danced at Neneydi's home and then then rode all around Havana in her brother's car. I spent all day yesterday studying with Nancy.

I am not sure whether I'll be able to be examined today for I've just been told that this examination is only for those who come to class... stinkers!

I'll have lunch today at my aunt's house and then go to the Nacional Gheatne to see Fu Man Chu. La Sociedad de Jovenes and Episcopales gives a carnival dance tonight and I expect to go.

Joe and I often talk about you. For instance last night I told him that you had surely taught in Eliza Bowman in the afternoon. Did you finally go? I haven't heard from home yet and I'm... here comes the teacher. I will continue later.

I've just been examined. It was very easy I did O.K on that one. It was History. I also examined French Literature the day before yesterday and did fine too.

Well as I was saving before I haven't heard from home and I'm a little bit worried about my mother's health. Do you know if the doctor has gone to see her?

Well, we are leaving, Nenita has just come out. So, so long.

Regards to all,

Lots of Love,

Titi

Joe wants me to tell you "hello" from him. I'm on the street car right now. Wish you could see me walking alone all around Havana. I'm going to see my aunt.

Jan. 18, 1943

Rev. J.H. Townsend
LA GLORIA
Prov. Camaguey
Cuba

Dearest Carlo:
Jan. is half gone. Let him go. I have had a few days breathing shell with out davelling but chained to my desk. Didn't realize how tired I was. Doubtless you have seen the enclosed clipping but thought one of you might like it.

I'm actually doing filing. Haven't decided wether to make my bed everyday or never make it for the duration. Please counsel me.

Tia says your ankle is still swollen- Does it hurt? How did you get along waiting? "your all" marks came all good except Biology- que Paso? I thought you were taking Spanish- you didn't say if the quotations were acceptable (any of them) and if you want more. But you dropped the Interlochen or are you helping but it out? I want to know as soon as possible if you are going to graduate in Feb.

Loads of love, hurry dear-
Dad

(Side note: Dad has terrible handwriting so some work are my best guess. Feel free to add input.)

Christmas 1942

Dear Charlotte,
How are you? I was so sorry to hear you had fractured your leg (was it your leg or arm?) Anyway I hope its 'tout' healed!
I am doing staff duty at the New Haven Hospital on the children's isolation ward and love it. It was nice to hear your mother had returned to nursing to help the great shortage.
Do write soon!
Merry Christmas,
Betty

Sydney Smith's Recipe for a Salad- April 4, 1941

This is the "final edition" of the famous recipe (in verse and prose) given by the author to a friend two years before his head:-
Two large potatoes passed through a kitchen sieve
Unwonted softness to he salad give:
Of mordant mustard add a single spoon:
Distrust the condiment which bites so soon
But deem it not, though man of herbs, a fault,
To add a double quantity of salt.
Three times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown
And once with vinegar, procured from town:
True flavour needs it, and your poet begs
The pounded yellow of tow hard-boiled eggs:
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl
And scarce suspected, animate the whole:
And lastly, on the flavoured compound toss
A magic teaspoon of anchovy sauce:
Then through green turtle fail, though venison's tough,
And ham and turkey are not boiled enough
Serenely full, the Epicure may say-
Fate cannot harm me- I have dined to-day.
A winter salad (in prose)

Two well boiled potatoes, passed through a sieve : a teaspoonsful of mustard : two teaspoonfuls of salt : One of essence of Anchovy : about a quarter of a teaspoonful of a very finely chopped onion, well brushed into the mixture : three tablespoonfuls of oil : one of vinegar : the yolks of two hard boiled eggs. Stir up the salad thoroughly immediately before serving.

Readers note: The recipe, as well be seen, is for a salad dressing. The ingredients should be blended in a large salad bowl, the salad stuff- lettuce, beetroot, etc.- puled on top and then, just before serving, the whole well stirred in the French fashion, with spoon and fork of wood, glass or horn.
Answers recieved from H.P., London, N.W.6; M.C.,Bramball; K.M.L., Barnes, and others.