Tuesday Night 9/29

My Dear Sweetheart,

Last night I had to go down town so I mailed your letter at that time. I am going to post this one early too. Am writing it before I go to supper. I do not know whether they reach you any quicker this way or not.

It is raining slowly now and it has been since about 3 o’clock. It is now about 6. I have had plenty to do today and I think I made pretty good headway.

September 29, 1925 (Walter)

Yesterday, I shipped Dr. White some of the experimental animals. Before he left he wanted them, and after he went back he wrote that it would be just as well to ship them in about six weeks. They are infected with the parasite we were working with when he was here, and as I am on an entirely different lead I am anxious to let him have them. So I shipped them yesterday. I still have a bunch, but it makes quite a difference whether one is working with six or twelve at one time. I expect to use most of mine in the near future so that I can give all my time to the new lead. I can’t help but believe that I am on the right track, but it takes a lot of work to prove it. If this is the right track it is where I slip one over on Dr. White, and I don’t intend to tell him about it until it is worked up with proof. He was so “dog gone” domineering when we first started at the beach, that I intend to leave him out as much as possible from now until we finish. If my new lead is the one, then he will only get a mention in the paper. If the other had been it, he of course would have been a joint author. He wants to make a joint report at Dallas on the work we have done and wants me to write it up. He has his nerve all right. I am going to write him that in as much as our work this summer has been negative as far as we have worked that I do not believe we have data that should be published at this time. I am going to suggest that he can publish on the parasite we worked with in some Journal of Parasitology if he cares to do so. He likes the idea of having some one else do the work and then put his name on the paper as a co-author. He feels that he has an advantage in that every paper presented which deals with disease has to be referred to him for an opinion. Last fall, it was not submitted through channels and I can get by with it again. If I have the right thing, that is what I intend to do this time. I hope that I can give a positive report at Dallas. I’ll present it and then send him a manuscript copy afterwards. He can’t possibly hold it up then until he follows up the work or for any other excuse. If it is positive, I only need to have the diagnosis confirmed, and that is easy.

I guess this is about enough of my “crabbing” as you may call it, but I just wanted you to know what was on my mind.

I love you, Dear, and I want to tell you everything. It is time to eat and I am hungry so I’ll go while it is not raining.

With a sweet goodnight, and with all my love,

Your,
Walter.