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1007 West Oregon
Urbana, Illinois
October 10, 1956

Dear folks,

I'm afraid you will have to apologize to Paul Russell: his letter to us, or rather the letter he mailed, got here at the same time as yours did, Mother!

Jack is at the doctor's for his check-up after the first visit. He hopes to get some help with a small case of bronchitus which developed in conjunction with the allergy. The dust and fur is not all gone, of course, so he has a little irritation from it still, but doesn't feel much until late at night. He needs some treatment to prevent the bronchitus from settling down for a long winter's visit.

Work for me is stepped up lately, with a great deal of homework every day in Russian (we are now doing a lesson a day, with about 30 new words per lesson), in Calculus (at which I am still fairly good) and not much homework but much work needed in Physics, which I am not doing well in. The Russian book is a little amusing, being from Russia in 1945. There is a little tract on war which was our lesson for today. It went something like this: "The war goes on. Our soldiers advance and the enemy retreats as bullets, bombs, artillery shells, mortars fly and the commanders order "Fire!'"etc.

Monday I told the class lecturer in Physics about the unseemly conduct of my previous instructor and he said he was glad I had told him; Jack, who shares the office with this instructor among five or six other people, noted that the lecturer, Lavatelli, was in looking for my old instructor on some other reason, probably an excuse, that same day. I guess he will get it. Lavatelli