Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-06-19
He's In Love

Dear Cynthia--I frequently felt
tempted to write to you during the
stormy days Of the controversies partici-
pated in by Mcwhissburgh. De Jure.
Thunderbolt and Flame and Omar"
the latter two being really one. They
are a fine bunch OF fellows; but am
glad resisted
Now, dear Cynthia (by the way,
know your sex). with my heart over.
! flowing with various emotions, may I
pour out some OF 1t to you or mayhap
through you?
When was fourteen years old I
worshiped a girl U won't say loved,
| because you'll only say I was too young
| to know what love meant). But the
| closest / ever came to her was to hold
notes. For three years dreamed about
| her and yearned for her. Some wise
soul (God bless him or her) will doubt
less brand that Puppy Love-" but to
me 1t was my initial venture into the
realm of ecstasy, of light and happiness
untold. of angelic eyes. brown. always
brown, a vague, indescribably moist and
| luminous brown.
But Cynthia, she will never know how
much loved her.
came a rose. then a violet again. II
| lasted two and a half years-that is the
acquaintanceship; the love lasted from
July IS. 1921, to November 6, 1921. It
grew out Of one-sided admiration that
ripened into mutual affection through
| the medium of long and interesting con-
versations. though invariably tame.
Following the reciprocation Of affection
came a short period Of vivid happiness,
| Of long, deep kisses punctuated by sighs !;
sillusionment-misery
Then I graduated from high school
and left the city. I met a sweet little
woman whose company I enjoyed tre-
mendously, though I never really loved
her; couldn't. for she was nearly twice
happily:
Her ring ! wear on my finger and
her picture. specially inscribed to me,
In my wallet But as Kipling wrote
much, and learned about women from
her"
And now. Cynthia, I am hopelessly
in love with the sweetest little angel.
devil ever created. I met her Novem-
| ber s. 1921. and have loved her every
second Of the time since I have often
wondered whether or no she was created
for the express purpose Of tantalizing
and torturing me.
| Cynthia. she it was who first inspired
| my embryonic attempts at Poetry tc
Lady Love" Cynthia. I feel foolish
when l say. that no man that ever lived
could possibly care for or love anybody
or anything like love her. but I often
| think so.
| feel certain. however. that McWhizz.
| burgh. with all his lofty sentiments
about which "Je t'adore" raved so ant
which Flame" Knocked so caustically
Is not capable Of loving like that.
| ! call her "L'ene Yer BY Leve," ant
that name and all the happy association.
and delightful memories that accom-
pany 1t are indelibly tattooed on m!
| brain.
Ny favorlte pipes are named afte
| her.
Her name is painted on my canoe.
Oh! Cynthia! love her viciously
brutally. cruelty, vehemen ntly, absorbedly
intrinsically, whole heartedly. excrut
atingly love her with the fury Of al
unleashed tiger! I love her with tn
ferocity of a bowling hurricane! with tn
heat Of a million suns! With the re,
erence Of q thousand saints
l feel weak and helpless when I at
love her!
But love her purely! Thank God
am clean and for her sake alway
When I love her, Cynthia, I chang
the, "i'' in living" to an 20"
She Is the
Mistress Of my minds pure sanct,ty.
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