I went downtown today at eleven because we got out of our 11
o’clocks because of an assembly. I bought an informal dinner dress. We had the
Phi Psi’s to dinner and I wore it
George's Letter Home:
George's Letter Home:
Wednesday
Dear Mother,
Just a line to tell you that I can’t make it home next weekend.
Things have come up which make it impossible for me to come. I am running for
the position of Sophomore Class president, and it is going to take all my time
and more too, in order to put this thing over. I am running against a Fiji
named Sheldon Dunning and I think my chances are pretty good. Helen Burns is
running on my ticket as secretary, Caroline Card as Vice-president, and a boy
from one of the halls is running on it as treasurer. Those elections are a case
of who can get the most houses behind them and put on the biggest front of
power on. Right now we have the jump on the other group, but these campus
elections switch a thousand times before they are won. Wish me luck mother, I
will need it.
I am sorry to disappoint you by not coming home but I hope
you will forgive me.
Love, George L. Hibbard The Politician from away back in the
woods.
IN PENCIL: The biggest front of power the only power is
“God”. –Anna C. Hibbard’s handwriting, my grandmother, George's mother.
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