November 15, 1930

November 15, 1930

Dear Folks,

I certainly am getting lots of practice in swimming lately. We swim between classes; or almost that anyway. The rain is coming down in torrents here.

On Armistice Day, Tom Moran, Jean Grady and I hiked to spencer’s butte and back. It is about eight miles south of here and is 1600 feet above Eugene. It is about the steepest climb I have ever made, just like the last 1500 feet of Mount Hood. We arrived at the top at five o’clock, just dusk. On the way down, it became so dark and foggy that we lost our way. I mean lost too, our direction was all gone. We wandered around for a long time, until we saw the light from a farm house. The farmers showed us a road and the right direction to town. So we started out, walked five miles to the Lodge, and arrived too late for dinner. We went in the kitchen and warmed up some stale butter horns and let it go at that. I don’t think I have every felt quite so tired.

Wednesday evening, from six thirty to seven thirty was “dime crawl”. You go into any sorority house you want, pay a dime, and dance with the lady of your heart or otherwise. I shined enough shoes; so I took in a couple of houses and had a great time.

I don’t know what has come over me down here, but I seem to have a good time with whatever I do. Maybe it is the newness of it all, the new friends, or maybe it is a change of attitude. Anyway I feel right at home.

Today is the date of our game with Corvallis, and it ought to be good. The atmosphere of rivalry between the two schools is so intense, that the teams play their hardest on this event. Last night, the OSC rookie team came over, and the Oregon rookies took them - 20 to 0.

Say hello to the Grandfolks and tell them not to go to too much fuss for Thanksgiving.

Love, George