Berkley, April 14, 1930

My sweet little Alice,

I was by no means my intention to let you wait so long.  As it is, one letter a day wouldn’t be too much to write to you, if I only could see you for a while tonight instead trying to scribble a few lines.  It is three months today since I came down here, a long time to be away from dear old Salt Lake.  I hardly ever get homesick for Germany, but I always feel blue when I think of Salt Lake.  Whenever I get back, the first thing I want is a date with you and I don’t care how late it is going to be do you?  8 hours won’t be too much, for I am saving all my love for you, and well, it will take some time to plant all the kisses I got for you.  By the way, is that picture just about ready that you were going to get for me?  All the boys here have pictures of their sweeties on their dressers, but from mine only Martin laughs at me.  Hurry please!

I have not come to a decision yet as whether to go home and see my folks or to let them come over, my aunt in S.L. thinks I should get them over here, and uncle Leo is willing to loan me some money on that, so what’ll I do?  If I could be stationed back in S.L. or Ogden, my folks could easily live with me, and how about you?  I sure would love to have you around too!

Of all the acquaintances I have had in this country with girls, you seem to be the only one that is more than just a friend to me.  You have always been so sweet to me and it is only my fault that we did not get together a long time ago, or maybe its fate.  But I still hope there is a chance to make good my promise, no matter how long it is going to take.

Well, I’ll close for tonight, Fred is calling for me and I got to shave yet.

So long darling, a big long kiss for you from your loving George.