October 17, 1931 - Saturday

I slept until twelve minutes until twelve. George came over at two and we listened to the game. It was terrible 53 to 0 for USC. At seven open house started and it wasn’t half bad. George came back after it was over.

George's letter home:

Dear Dad,

Mother tells me that you are going to be away for three whole weeks. That will be pretty lonesome for her but I guess. Irwin Hodson’s star salesman will have no choice in these days of great trouble and strife.

Boy, have I got a good joke to tell you. Bill Preble received a letter from Fay the other day and she sure had a great tale to tell about Wally. She and Wally went to a dinner party and at this party they served orange juice cocktails, which were spiked. Fay knew what was wrong with them the minute that she tasted them, but Wally didn’t and that greedy appetite of his, with which we have had ample experience, caused him to drink about six glasses of the darn stuff. Well what does he do but get up right in the middle of the dinner and burp all over the floor, right beside the dinner table. Oh Boy ----What a man.

Howard is certainly a happy boy; he was elected president of the freshman class yesterday. He certainly worked hard and I am glad the boy got it.

My studies are coming along fine this year, but I have to do so much reading that my eyes are beginning to trouble me some. I guess they will be all OK though, if I lay off them for awhile.

Gee, Dad, I sure am having a wonderful time with this little girl of mine. She is just about the sweetest thing that I have ever met. I know that I say this about all of them, but you felt that way once yourself; so don’t laugh too hard. Anyway I won’t ever pull a trick like Ray Hibbard did; that sure would be a disgrace.

That is about all for now Dad, lots of luck on your trip.

Love George