November 12, 1924
My Dear May.
I was just thinking of you and thought I would write you a few lines, how are you getting along? I know you are surprised
to get a letter from me
But I have been thinking of you every day Since I last saw you Why is it that I cant get you off my mind Where
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are you going Sundy? I guess you are coming down to the game Monday, well I guess I havent any thing more to say, Give my regards to your mother.
I remain a friend
William Eason.
P.S. Havent you never thought of what I ask you?