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.