W. M. Doyle, Prop.
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Good morning, Allene dear. Went straight to bed last night and got up at six thirty. If my head didn't feel as big as a box car and as full as a tight shoe I'd be O.K. When a fellow feels like that tho' and also when he's been forsaken, as you have me, it's not possible to look cheerful so I guess I'll have to postpone that engagement with the photographer till I know you are home again--and safe--and the tight car full of shoe boxes,--I mean---oh you know what I mean dear--well till that feeling leaves me. I do know that I'll not leave here till this cold is broken up and I am better.
Now can't you have some Kodaks taken when you get all dolled up in the new rags dear and let me see yow you look again? I'll be expecting them.
With all my love dear I'll stop for now.
March 28th 1916