This afternoon I went for a short walk. I found a stump and
sat all by myself for about an hour. I went to the dance with George again.
This is getting serious. Nice though!
Love, Brother
George's letter home:
Hi Mom,
How is everything in the big city these days? From all the
reports we get here, it must be very warm. The weather is great here, and I
have been going down to the lake every afternoon. This afternoon, the boys let
me pilot one of the boats over to Wizard Island and back. Gee, that is a good
job; I hope I can be down there next year.
I am sorry the laundry is being sent so late but I only
received it yesterday. Boy did I get a laugh when I found that stocking cap in
it. It really isn’t as cold as all that, Mom. All of the clean cloths I am
sending back are things I don’t need.
I surely will be a busy kid that comes home this fall. Rush
week starts on the twenty first, and I can’t possibly be back until then or the
next day. One day to buy things in and the next day to rush down to school in.
Boy, it certainly will be a short home stay but I guess it can’t be helped. I
am having a terrible time trying to decide whether to get a dark suit or two. I
need a tux bad enough, but I surely would like to have something to replace
that blue burlap I have now.
I wish you would write something about the Hibbard family’s
future. Has Dad gone in with Mr. Tarshone? Is he still planning to do so? Will
it really be possible for me to enter school this fall anyway? All the dope as
you know it. Maybe you don’t now anymore about it than I do though. That has
usually been our fate.
From the latest response the insurance company will not
permit us to remain in our old Lodge. The city has officially condemned the
building as unsafe; so our younger alumni are arranging for the rental of a new
place. They are really going to build now; things have come to such a point
that they will be forced to finally come through.
Bob Melveny wrote me a letter from San Francisco; he is
staying with his father. He bummed clear down there and I guess it was rather
hard on the kid. Two Stanford Phi guys who live in San Francisco, were here
last night. They certainly were nice kids, and I think we entertained them as
royally as possible with our limited means.
We are rather put out with Preble. All of us have written
one and two letters to him, some of them requesting date cards; but he has
failed to answer all of them. It is too dam bad when a President of a fraternity
lets his love affairs interfere with his duties. People should be able to be in
love without losing their heads.
I have only received two post cards from Howard, and about
all they contained were accounts of his nightly spree. I doubt if he ever gets
to college Mom; he apparently is falling into a rut which requires very little
effort and backbone to travel along. It disappointed me for awhile but I should
worry, I have a life of my own to lead. If others drop by the roadside, that is
their tough luck; it is my lookout to travers the road to its end.
After reading this letter over Mom, it sounds like I am in
rather an odd mood; but they are just a few things one likes to confide once in
awhile. Say hello to Dad for me and write me soon.
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