March 7, 1931 - Saturday

After all my talk with Miss Crane I didn’t have any French today. O! it has been a glorious day. Kate picked us up at 2 and we rode in the sunshine ntil 4:30. We listened to music till 10:30.

Letter from George to his parents:

Saturday, 7

Dear Folks,

You surely should have been here last night ------- did we have fun. At twelve o’clock, all the freshmen got up except me, because I was still studying accounting; and we threw Fletcher Udall in the mill-race. Boy, he sure deserved it; it was just the culmination of all his riding on us. We turned all the lights off and silently filed in the upper-class sleeping porch. I lifted his head up and Tom Tongue pulled a pillowcase over it.  Gee it was funny, he was half asleep and kept asking what was going on and what was the matter in a small childish voice. Not one of us let out a sound or spoke during the whole procedure. And did he struggle, no foolin – we could hardly hold him. He fell on the ground outside and started yelling that we were getting him all muddy. I thought to myself, “Boy you are going to be all we do.” When we reached the race; we swung him back and forth three times --- splash !-!-!-! and a bunch of scurrying forms, me to my accounting and the rest to bed. We will probably be thrown in Monday night, but we should worry.

Jean Grady and I are going to Corvallis today to a dance at his sister’s house; she is a Pi Phi. We are going to stay at the Fiji house with Malo and Ray. We should be home about noon tomorrow.

Well here it is nine-thirty in the morning, and I must go up to the library to study.

Love, George