September 12, 1931 – Saturday

I washed and ironed today after I finished work.  Then this afternoon I sewed and read and talked to Marty. George and I walk home from the cafeteria together all the time now. Started to bed early.

George's Letter Home:

Dear Dad,

Thank you so much for offering me a ride to Eugene when I get home. Jean would like to go with us too. I don’t know whether we will be home on the twentieth or the twenty-first, but which ever day we do arrive, we plan to leave the same day for school. I don’t believe that will inconvenience you, Dad, because it is on a weekend. We will be back on the third for the Idaho game, so it will only necessitate packing enough for one week.

Things have been darn tough up here this week; snow has been flying so thick, that you can’t even see a hundred feet ahead of you. I helped them put the boats up on Wizard Island for two days. That was hard enough work in itself and on top of it all I had to drop a two hundred pound rowboat on my fingers. For some reason or another I don’t seem to be able to use it much now. Oh well just the pains and pleasures of getting an education.

The latest report on our Lodge is rather optimistic. The plans have been revised. The financial plan had been put in shape, and the mortgage has been lifted form the old Lodge. All of these plans are ready to be presented for the faculty committees approval, when school opens. We will probably live in the old Lodge for a couple of weeks after our return, until arrangements for another rental can be made. I hope all this will turn out, because we are just fighting with our backs to the wall for the right kind of pledges.

Gee, I surely will be busy when I return to school; changing my major to law is going to involve a lot of red tape. It is going to require a lot of studying too; I see that only forty-four out of one hundred passed the bar examination in Oregon. Just wait though, Dad, in about five years I will be one of the forty-four; that decided right now.

George Kischmuller came through here Thursday, on his way South. He didn’t make as much money as I am going to this summer; too much spent on necessities I guess. I figure this job of mine is plenty good.

I wrote Uncle John a letter some time ago and he sent me a long prompt answer. He said to say hello to my red headed father and a number of other things.

Well Dad I must get to work. Just eight or nine more days until I see you now.

Love, George