Bradley and Jean met at the University of Chicago competing over a typewriter needed for their journalism projects. It was in an old wooden temporary building built during the second world war, a place where I later took humanities classes. So much for temporary.

Bradley left a note for her to pick up, which she wouldn't do until he threatened to publish it his poetry column.

Ya see--J. A. B. [Jean Audrey Butridge] has a communication here at the office from a blighter who seems jolly well sunk. Tyke it off me hands or By Allah! We'll incorporate it into the Whistle!

His next poem was a love poem, so we can assume Jean got the note.

Their time together was short, but temptestuous. Jean had other potential love interests, but Bradley was a tempest compared to a mild breese and, though they seemed to break apart as often as they stayed together, their physical separation after he left for New York and she went to Texas to finish her degree, left them both unhappy and Jean eventually gave in to temptation and secretly married Bradley while on a trip to New York to attend the wedding of a college friend.