ans soon

April. 8. 1910.
Dear friend: _
I received your card, was so glad to hear from you. My school is out to-day. I am glad. I don't know when I will come down sometime in May or June. I suppose you are working hard, but don't work too hard. I wish I could write more but haven't room.
Ruth
ans soon

Addressed to:
Mr. Elbert Phillippe
Bucknell, Indiana

Poststamp: TRAFALO 6 AM 1910 IND

The tiny script on the side reads "ans soon", which I am taking to mean "answer this soon". The yearning for a response for a "how are you doing" postcard feels like pressing send on a text message to a friend you haven't spoken to in a while.

I also love how it's a "don't work too hard, missing you" message. It doesn't have a lot of deep meaning, but it is a lovely moment of thought. Though to be honest, I also end my letters with "whoops out of room", which serves for me as a nice "aaand we're done writing" sort of mood. Ending letters, postcards, text messages, emails is always hard.

I may have said this before, but how amazing is it for this to have gotten to Mr. Phillippe with no street address.