October 20, 1930

October 20, 1930

Dear Mother and Dad,

It is 9 PM and I have just finished my accounting. We are taking up profit and loss statements now; and from all reports, they are certainly the worst yet.

I thought I had better write and tell you that I have dropped my Spanish. It was way over my head; and I went to see my advisor, George Robbins, about it today. When he learned of my poor foundation, he advised me to drop it. He said that constant worry over one subject, demoralizes one to such an extent that their other studies suffer accordingly. I certainly feel a lot easier tonight; so it must have been the right thing to do.  Mr. Robbins goes to our church every Sunday, and Sunday before last he introduced Fletch and I to his mother.

It was terribly cold in the rumble seat. I rode from Portland to McMinnville, Phil Smith rode form McMinnville to Corvallis, and JIm Travis rode from Corvallis to Eugene. We all took turns at my stocking hat and gloves too.

Clean sheets felt great and mighty cold at first too. I think last night was about our coldest night so far; it surely took will power to get out of bed.

I am going to bed now and get some sleep. I was so sleepy on the Military field today that I couldn’t even lift the rifle or obey orders correctly. Don’t think I was the only one in the same boat; everyone was dead on their feet.

Goodbye and write me soon.

George

P.S. Fletch surely has nice stationary. GLH