Here's what I came up with:
August 19, 1944
I've searched about this town for what I considered to be an
appropriate
of moustache wax, but alas there is none
to be found!!!
Yes, your secret is out, and never let me hear you plague me
again. I should have liked being about when your moustache
was in fullest flower.. perhaps I could have allayed your
husbandly terrors.
Ensign Miller was in town. I ran into him the other night
and confirmed my impressions. When I receive surface trans-
portation from this place I hope to meet up with you.
Met a really terrific angel the other day. Had her to lunch
along with my wife and her mother. She looked as much like
a fashionable actress as my own in her beautiful furs and
. After lunch we went, at her happy inspiration, for
a lovely drive through Golden Gate Park, around past the
cliff(?) house and to her flat. When your name was mentioned
she went into ecstasies of superlatives and the conversation
was unfortunately centered on yourself for the rest of the
day. The woman dotes. Why I can not imagine. She is lovely.
She is charming. She is the sine qua non of fashion.. all
these things and more, but alas, and is also your wife and
about this fact do her thoughts happily peregrinate. I would
only that my redhead thought me so gallant, so chivalrous
and wondrous a yeoman(?) as does your single (almost I'd say
narrow) minded wife. Would that my own would as publicly
announce her devotion.
Later in the day we took more pictures, still and otherwise,
over my wife's protests that she was without any makeup what-
soever and that it wasn't in line with the studio dictum that
no such representations ever be made. I assured her they were
only for Mr. and Mrs. Sea Pop's(?) eyes and so a happy(?) time was
had by all.
This lovely note (enclosed) was waiting for me last night.
I thought certain portions would serve to underline what I've
said above.
Richard Ney
of moustache wax, but alas there is none