February 5, 1931 – Thursday

Got up fairly early to study. Wrote a theme before going to Report Writing then didn’t have to hand it in. Wrote home after lunch. Went downtown with Doro. Went to Delt house dinner. Harry’s not so hot.

Letter from George to his parents:

Thursday, Feb. 5, 1931

Dear Family,

I guess you are wondering why no letter appears on the scene. Here is one that will probably catch all the news.

They took Jack Blanchard to a Portland hospital, and Bill Preble became so ill that he is in Portland now under care of a doctor.

Nice way to start a letter, huh?  Here is something a little more pleasant. Last night was dime around night again and all of us poor kids went from sorority to sorority depositing our little dimes. Over at the Gamma Phi house, Tom Tongue fell down right in the middle of a dance. Boy, I have never laughed so hard in all my life; I just about passed out of the picture myself.

Here it is only seven o’clock in the morning, and I have been up since five forty-five studying my accounting lesson. The darn stuff  gets harder and harder, while I get dumber and dumber.

Our trip home Sunday ended with the top and side-curtains up. After leaving Oregon City, it became foggy and cold.

My mid-term grades are all pretty good except a low grade in accounting. They average up to fifty-two points.

Love, George

P.S. My shoe polish –where can it be?