April 19, 1931 - Sunday

I had to get up early to take one of the gals to breakfast. We had a swell breakfast at Anchorage. Saw show after dinner. Studied at the library until 9:30. Goody the rushees are gone.

George's letter home:

Dear Folks,

Bob Morton and Phil Fields have finished their initiation, and you never saw two happier boys in your life. Bob waited four whole terms for this time, and now he is a Chi Psi.

Tom Tongue and I dressed ourselves all up last Thursday, and went up to the Theta house after dinner. Tom stayed and danced, and I went riding with Cynthia Hall from Marshfield. It surely is nice to know someone from a sorority that has a car. We went way out in the country and back.

The pledges had to move out during the initiation of course; so they rented a big apartment to live in. The Kappa freshman went over one night to cook “T”-bone steaks for them; so of course Bob O’Melveny and I had to walk in and have our little fun too. Gee, I think they are about the nicest girls on the campus. No foolin, you can have a wonderful time with them.

Saturday, I went to a breakfast dance at Edwina’s house and in the afternoon I went to a tea dance at the Alpha Chi Omega’s house. Well the first is going to be a tragic tale. At the breakfast dance, I had some rushee from Astoria; and to begin with her name was Josephine Waffle. George and I sat at the same table, and when George looked over to see this interesting biological specimen, I thought he was going to die. He reached for his glass of water, his face got red, and he drank so fast, I thought he would choke. Wow---what a morning! I kept looking at my watch, and every boy that saw me looked away in order not to laugh. Things were different at the tea dance though; I had Helen Ashland from Portland, and had a great afternoon.

She was the prettiest girl I have ever been out with, and she could follow any mistake in dancing. Big brown eyes like Jeff, and the sweetest personality I have ever run into. Boy! Oh! Boy! --- Did I have a good time. I have a date with her in Portland when I come home in a few weeks and everything. Incidentally, I am bringing Bob Brim home with me that weekend; you will like him very much.

Bob and I went to the Kappa house for tea this afternoon and then went to the library for a while. We just got home, and I am writing a belated letter. Don’t think I am girl struck now; this was just one of those big and far between weekends that everyone make as much of as they can.

Tuesday we will be initiated into the Skull and Daggers, which will cost three dollars. My fees are eleven-fifty; so I need nine-fifty in addition to five dollars, which I already have. I am sorry, but I really don’t spend very much outside of school necessities.

Dick Waggoner went home Friday, because he didn’t feel well. His mother called today and said he was very sick with a high temperature.

In my Social Science course, we are studying institutions right now; and next week it is the institution of religion. This is a paragraph that I read this afternoon from an assigned book:

“New religions perpetuate many old mystic assumptions and a good deal of respect for tradition – witness one of the most conspicuous, Christian Science. In the case of “The Creator Spirit a Survey of Christian Doctrine” by Canon Raven, we may find, according to The Churchman, that “The frankest and fullest knowledge revealed by modern science is only an aid to the deeper reliance upon the spirit of god. Certainly the wonders of the universe are becoming every day more numerous and impressive, so that if one is sure that God made it, the more startling instances that can be unearthed of this skill the surer one is that one is right.”

This in itself sounds alright, but I think it sounds a little contemptuous myself. Well, he may find out someday that his philosophy is all wrong.

Write soon and don’t forget my fees.

Love,  George

Jane’s Note: There is a clipping attached, I’m guessing from the Oregonian or the Journal newspaper in Portland announcing “Fifteen Freshmen Pledged to Skull And Daggers Club.  Underlined are the names George Hibbard, Bud Meyer and Ed Schweiker.