Wedding Bells, 1918.
It would seem that happiness should abound on this, my first day of marriage to Mildred, but I can't put my finger on this terrible feeling I've got about the whole thing...
I'm pasting a photo of her here, for commemoration's sake...
She is a lovely thing. I don't know why I'm fretting.
People keep harping on the difference in our ages, but I say 'love who you love when you can'... more or less.
...
You're happy for me, aren't you?
I'm happy for me, aren't I?
...I think this place will be a good change of pace for me. Somewhere to set my thoughts... Hopefully set them at ease.
Incidentally, three days ago also marked the release of my wartime three-reel, "Shoulder Arms." Here's an advert for inquiring minds.
It's even got "my signature."
The work should be well-received. At least, I hope it will be.
I should quit writing and retire to the marital sheets.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
I'm pasting a photo of her here, for commemoration's sake...
She is a lovely thing. I don't know why I'm fretting.
People keep harping on the difference in our ages, but I say 'love who you love when you can'... more or less.
...
You're happy for me, aren't you?
I'm happy for me, aren't I?
...I think this place will be a good change of pace for me. Somewhere to set my thoughts... Hopefully set them at ease.
Incidentally, three days ago also marked the release of my wartime three-reel, "Shoulder Arms." Here's an advert for inquiring minds.
It's even got "my signature."
The work should be well-received. At least, I hope it will be.
I should quit writing and retire to the marital sheets.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you.