47 Glencairn Ave.
Toronto 12, Ont.
Tuesday, Oct. 26 
Your card this morning.
We had a pleasant time last evening at the University Women's Club when Clare Hincks spoke on Mental Health. Before that we had dinner at the Minklers'. Dr Minkler is Inspector of Schools for North York.
Hincks gave a grand address about how he poured a tub of butter and a keg of molasses on the two of US. I tapped my head a few times to make sure I was there, being the only other man in the audience and I pinched your mother and she pinched herself to make sure of reality. Our blushes were furious.
At the dinner he told us of his visit to you.
I suppose that today or tomorrow you will be ready for the cast. Our thoughts are continuously with you darling.
Winnie has just blown in after three weeks absence. 'Blown in' is the description. She opened the front door and shouted, Hello there! She brought back the books we lent her. The one she liked best and the one her father read with avidity was the Life of James J. Corbett, the heavy-weight champion boxer of the world. She memorized all the fights and got very excited over them. Imagine our heavyweight Winnie entering the contest. Jim Corbett wouldn't have a ghost of a chance. I can picture that right arm of hers lungeing out and bringing down the champ for the count of ten.
On Friday we go to the Park Plaza as the guest of Murdo MacKinnon. The Fryes and the Alexanders (Queen's) are also coming to dinner.
Hincks said his visit to New York had splendid results. If the coffers are full I shall come in for subtantial pay for presiding over dinners. What a task! I shall have to lay in a stock of stories to tell in addition to an elaborate grace.
Give our best regards to Shirley, dear girl, and the Kendles[?] and particularly to Griselda[?], that sniffing quadruped, and all our friends.