January 25, 1931 – Sunday

I was up at nine and Harriet, June and I went to hotel for breakfast. Had pancakes. Studied all afternoon until six. At seven thirty Harry, Harry’s cousin Gill, and Doro and I went to the mid-way.

January 25, 1931

Dear Folks,

Bill came back last night and brought Fay with him. She was over for dinner today, and they are now out trying to find a ride home for her.

We will probably have our Lodge by spring because they only have ten more insurance policies to sell. After all the policies are sold to the alumni; each one of us must take one out for fifteen hundred dollars. This will raise our board bill, two dollars, but I think it is worth it.

This paragraph is going to be the most distasteful of all to write, because it concerns money. My fees this term are twelve dollars; and they must be paid by Saturday, the thirty-first. Gee, it certainly is the bunk to sit here and write for money when this month has been so expensive already. My shine business nets me stamp and occasional show money, but it doesn’t quite reach twelve dollars.

The Gamma Phi’s across the street have been having an initiation during the last week, and Helen burns is one of the lucky ones.

When you all come down I hope Aunt Lil doesn’t smoke; because it might not be received so well. Most girls smoke, but it isn’t quite so common to see older ladies smoke.

Tom Moran has been in the hospital with appendicitis, Jack Blanchard has been in the infirmary with a severe head cold, and Fletch has been there also with the grip. Fletch really isn’t as good a Scientist as he talks.

We have two new pledges now, Ed field and Philip fields. Eddy has a new Ford roadster, and he is very generous with it.  His father is a doctor in Sheridan, and he went home for a visit yesterday.

Boy we surely worked around here yesterday. We put in all the remaining wood, regraveled the walks, washed the front room windows, cleaned the washrooms and basement, and made beds. You might not think it, but it is all a lot of fun. We play pranks on each other and take a heck of a long time in doing everything.

Last night Phil fields, Jim Travis, and myself went to a show. On the way I lost my frosh lid, and not having the thirty-five cents necessary for a new one, I got up at six-thirty this morning to hunt for it. It was pouring down rain, and I was about the only one stirring that time of the morning. After tramping around the old campus, I finally found my lid, came back home and went to bed again until breakfast time.

I haven’t had a date since I returned. No foolin, I have almost forgotten what a gal looks like at night; and there doesn’t seem to be any desire to find out.

Jack Blanchard’s father was here today to see Jack. He brought us two big boxes of candy and stayed for dinner. He has been all over the Orient; and he is very interesting to listen to.

Boy, Dad, that was a wonderful letter you wrote me; and it places a great responsibility on my shoulders in living up to it. Rest assured though; I will do my best.

I hope you two enjoy the Chi Psi manual; it is very interesting.

Love, George