 Here's the last picture before you went away. Why, it's almost frightening the way you've grown. Judith, dear, you wouldn't want the boy to be a midget, would you? Sure, he's taller, but look at the hair there and the way he stands. I sure was a goon. Boy, you should have been glad to get rid of me. And look, Bud, what else I found. All your school compositions from the first grade on. Here's one you wrote on Alexander the Great. Ouch, Mother, don't be careless with those things. I'll die of blushing. Why, Bud, I think this was very good for your age.