May 31, 1931 - Sunday

May 30, 1931 - Saturday

I got right into my bathing suit from PJ’s this morning. Right after lunch went to see Adele at infirmary. Then swam down from Anchorage. At seven went to another show then for long ride with a SAE.

May 29, 1931 - Friday

What a hot, hot day. It was too hot to move. I didn’t do a thing all day that I couldn’t help until after dinner. Then I went to the show. At ten I went for the most heavenly swim.

May 28, 1931 - Thursday

This is my full day as far as classes are concerned. Psych Lab was longer than usual and I went to the library after that. We had Eugene Rushees for dinner. Went to swell concert. Symphony Orchestra.

May 27, 1931 – Wednesday

Well my last date with the dentist for awhile was today. After gym changed my room around. The freshmen were gone so we had men for desert. I had Gene Grady. After we did Report writing.

Jane’s Note: Jean Grady (odd spelling for a man and I’m sure that Mom assumed it was spelled Gene) eventually married “Doro” and the couple were best friends with Ann and George all their lives. He was a Chi Psi with George so I’m assuming that Mom knew Dad as well at this point although Dad always said he didn’t remember her until they met at Crater Lake in the summer of 1931.

May 26, 1931 - Tuesday

Went to the dentists again. He stretched my mouth out of shape about. I have to have special brush and paste. Made an awful break and forgot Don was coming and went to show with Jeanne! “The Bachelor Father”. Swell.

George's Letter Home:

Tuesday, 26 (May, 1931)

Dear Folks,

The big political doings are all over now and our side won the whole works; the whole ticket went in. I was appointed chairman of the election board and so of course I got the first returns. Oh boy am I glad. That means that I get the Sophomore Informal next year; then I can run for Junior President.

Yesterday was Fletcher’s birthday so we threw him in the mill race. I got a couple of pictures of him as he was going in the water, and I can hardly wait until the roll is all used up and I can have the things developed.

If I had only known that you were going to Bend a little sooner I could have been there with you; Harlo Allan is going up there and I could have ridden with him. As it is, we are having the Frosh Picnic this weekend and I have a date for that. We are not going to the beach after all as the whole works has been called off.

Well now I can do a little studying for a change, the weather is cool, there are no more politics in the limelight, and I feel in the mood to study too. So here goes now for the rest of the term and just as hard as I can too.

Boy it will surely seem good to be home for a while and be with you; I still maintain that home is far superior to college.

A bunch of girls from one of the opposing houses took Neil Bush and I away out in the country today so that we couldn’t get people to vote for our side. Boy were we mad; the only reason we went with them was because they told us they would take us to Neil’s house and let us off.  Well son-of-a-gun if they didn’t take us clear out on the highway and keep us there for two hours. Darn these women anyway; I sure hope you weren’t that way mother. I doubt if you were though because you always tell me to watch my old step around the little girlys (sic). Well just watch me watch my step from now on; no girl will ever take me again if I have anything to say about it.

News is out except that I am sending a picture of our entrant in the canoe fete. This picture was taken just before we launched the thing and its sail is still furled.

Love,  George.