June 3, 1943

Dear Folks,

  Believe it or not I have finished my homework and there is still two hours before taps. What a life.
  Say. Mom, do I get a dollar for everytime I receive a 100 in a subject? Better not or I will break your allowance. In a daily quiz yesterday, I knocked off a 100 in Navigation.
  I isn't the proper thing to say but Mrs. Malone is all we as far as my pay is concern. I receive $75 a month, nothing is taken out and I only pay for my personal laundry.
  How's Bourke making out with the softball. I hope he hasn't heaved to many over the first baseman's head.
  Too bad, I can't get home this weekend, then maybe I could see my loving cousin, Geof.
  My gosh is is hot. I am sitting in my "draws" and slippers writing the wonderful letter to you lucky people. The Navy has the wackiest rules. We we suffocating in class today but still we had to keep our collars buttoned and sleeves rolled down. What comfort these shorts are. Plenty of air to blow the stink off me.
  This is a swell chance to catch up on my letters so I will close now.
                                                                Your loving son,
                                                                                   Jim
P.S. I am still coming home on the 12th.