SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION 
UNITED STATES NATIONAL MUSEUM 
WASHINGTON 25. D. C. 
5 August 1964 
Dear Maryanna: 
The follovjing is an unofficial letter on official stationary. 
I know this is against Johnson 1 s efficiency program, but I don’t 
really give a damn. 
You girls write the sweetest (smelling) letters. I'm passion¬ 
ately in love with all of you (that doesn't sound too good). I 
can't really decide which flavor lipstick I like best, and I 
suppose I'd better not on the grounds that it might incinerate me. 
As the enclosed KPI release will verify I sleep with your toilet 
paper under my pillow (that doesn't sound too good either). The 
warning in the release may well be ty-se; I'm already planning my 
own welcome home party, whenever it may be. 
The 90 degree temperatures out here are turning me into a 
bronze god again. A few more weeks of working in the Scaevola and 
soft sand and maybe I'll begin to look like one again also. Just 
for kicks I'm growing more fuzz on the upper lip, and this time 
it will stay on for there'll be no wench at the airport to tell me 
to shave it off. 
Everything is normal once again on Kure. I've just finished 
a 12 hour day, watched a wild psychological movie about a guy with 
wife troubles, just what I needed, and had a few beers. Bob left 
on Sunday's plane, and we've had no word as to what has happened 
to Paxil, so I guess we'll be without him for a while. Everyone heee 
is worried about the Vietnam situation. They've cut off all mis¬ 
cellaneous radio traffic here, so we won't have any phone patches 
with Johnston for a while. The 7th fleet is headed for Asia and 
Pearl Harbor has emptied, so it's not just me that's screwed up. 
The progress report, which went out on the same plane with this, 
will bring you up to date on all the wildly scientific things we've 
been doing. The other things we've been doing are better left un¬ 
reported. As soon as I get Dennis adjusted to working a 20 hour 
day I'll consider him broken in. 
I really don't think I can hold my head up much longer, and 
I can't think of any clever things to say at all, so I guess I'll 
stuff all this debris into a few envelopes and call it a day. 
love to you all (whatever that's worth) 
Bill 
