This letter from 14-year-old Bobby begins “My Dear Pat,” jokes it’s a shame she must sleep in her big soft bed by herself (“Ha!” he adds), notes that he and a pal “got soused good,” that he might go that night to a “Horror Show” and ends romantically, “It seems I dream about you every night…” The three-page letter is in black ink and corresponds with its original envelope with its six-cent airmail stamp.
