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Vivian Cosby
what in heaven's name have I to be morbid about? I'm lucky and happy and I know it!
As for you, don't believe anything you hear in this day and age. That's a rule you can't lose on.
Bless you,
Barbara.
March 8, 1940
My Dear Vivian:
I'm so delighted with the news of your radio job. Isn't that just grand! Good for you. This will really make you feel ever so much better in every way. Let's hope it will mean bigger and better things for you.
I have not started work as yet. The stories just haven't panned out as I expected and I want to do a good one not just a fair one. So I'll wait around. I shall love to send you a picture.
Now don't get too excited on this writing job and ruin your health — take it easy and everything will be fine for you
Always the best to you. Bless you,
Barbara.
May 9, 1940
Dear Vivian:
So glad you enjoyed the radio broadcast — and how grand your material for Robinson went so well.
I am delighted you are getting better. It sure has been an awful grind for you, but your rewards will come soon, I know.
The photograph shall be sent to you, Vivian; it's just that I did not have any that I liked very much. But now I have.
Thank you for your nice letter and lots of love,
Barbara. June 5th. 1940
Dear Vivian:
What a soldier you are.
I've been playing a lot of golf — all of it bad. I went to practice places and hit bucketfulls of balls by the
hour. My enthusiasm failed to grow so I thought I should get out on a course. Bob was divinely patient — golf being his great enthusiasm at the moment (and he's not bad, not bad at all), but I'm not going to be a golfer and we both know it now. I never could get to care how seldom I hit the ball. I've convinced Mr. T. he should golf alone or with someone who can be as intent as he is on cutting down the score. My scores read like the national debt and, also like the debt, kept getting higher and higher. Maybe I should take up bowling. A high score is something to work for there.
Do tell me about yourself.
I'll be in to see you one of these days when you feel like seeing me. As always,
Barbara.
July 3, 1940
My Dear Vivian:
Thank you so much for your sweet and gracious (Continued on page 70)
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