May 3, 1931 - Sunday

Something has happened to my clock. I got up about ten this a.m. and studied about an hour before dinner. Then I studied about three and a half hours after dinner and went to the library at night.

George's Letter Home:

Sunday, 3 (May, 1931)

Dear Folks,

Things are rolling great down here, the mill race is still here and the weather is as sunny as ever. The other night, Jimmy Flanagan and Chuck Thomas from the Beta house went on a rampage. It all started when they tipped over in a canoe with all their clothes on. Everybody laughed at them so much that they evidently resented it; because they started throwing everyone in the race. Tom Tonge, George Rischmuller and Bob Steiver all broke the water; and then not being satisfied with that, they threw two girls from the Gamma Phi house in.

Eddy Field and I went on a picnic up the McKenzie today. He took an Alpha Phi and I took Gay Hamilton from the Kappa house.  There isn’t any rumble seat in his car; so we just plastered the rear end with blankets and pillows. Gee it was fun; Gay and I rode up in the back and Eddy came back in the improvised rumble seat. Fanny put us up a great big lunch, and we just feasted ourselves. Gay and I were the only ones brave enough to brave the water for a swim. Boy – Oh – boy – Oh – boy! Was it cold; we were just paralyzed. No foolin, we had just about the best time yet this spring.

Every Wednesday evening at five now, we have military parades. The whole R.O.T.C. gets out there on the parade grounds, the band plays and we march by the reviewing stand. Lots of the towns people come up and watch it. It really is quite an imposing sight to see all those boys and officers marching in uniform. We don’t look like West Pointers, but the spirit is there anyway.

Last night a bunch of us went to the Junior Class’s annual vaudeville. The New Idea was its title, and they surely had a lot of campus talent locked up in it.

Saturday morning we were cleaning house, when O’Melveny walks out of the dorm in his pajamas. You never can be sure of a bunch of freshman, and this bunch took it into their heads to mill race Bob. Well we did, pajamas and all; and now I suppose we will hit it one of these dark nights.

I don’t know about your coming down this next weekend; I understand that there isn’t a room left in either the Eugene or the Osborn Hotels. All the students have been reserving rooms for their mothers for the last two weeks.

My next letter ought to have my mid-term grades enclosed in it. There will only be one low grade and that in Reflective Thinking; but that will just have to come up by the end of the term.

There doesn’t seem to be much more news.

Love, George