Monday, February 11, 2013

February 11, 1931 – Wednesday


I tho’t I knew a little about French today. After studying so hard on Psych we didn’t have test. Except for my gym class played all afternoon. After dinner went to Play. Swallowed my pride, asked Harry to formal.

Letter from George to his parents:

February 11, 1931

Dear Folks,

Thank you so much for my money; it seems to be necessary to get along down here. Here is a resume of my grades, this mid-term:

                                                            Hours              Credits                        Points
Gym                                                    1                          II                                    4
Military                                                2                           I                                   10      
Social Science                                     3                          II                                   12      
Reflective Thinking                             3                         III                                    9
Physical Sciences                                4                          II                                   16
Accounting                                          4                         IV                                    8
Total                                                   17                        14                                   59

This term’s accounting has been troubling me quite a bit as you can see by that dog-gone four I pulled own. It is a real low four at that, one point lower and I would have had a five. My prof. told me I would certainly have to step on it in order to drag it up to a three. I am surely going to try, but this course certainly has me buffaloed this term.

The registrar’s office issued the grade standings of the different fraternities and sororities last Monday. What do you think --- The good old Lodge is first men’s fraternity on the campus with an average of 46.855. Mrs. Bryant told me we weren’t getting our new Lodge because of our rotten grades down here. She ought to put this in her pipe and smoke it, and don’t think I am going to fail in telling her about the grade average either.

Well I must get to my accounting now; it is about all I do now.

Love, George


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