I got up at twenty to six to study then was so sleepy I
couldn’t study. But at that I don’t think I did so bad in the quiz. George came
over after dinner ‘til 8:30 then Betty Mae and Mary Dixon and I went to
“Dulcy”.
George's letter home:
George's letter home:
Dear Mother,
I received a nice long letter from Dad today and he is not
planning to go to Idaho after all. That ought to make you feel good. I wrote
him a letter at Idaho too, which is not so good for my correspondence.
Weekend after this I am bringing Ann home from here with me.
Stan Haberlach is coming home too; so I seized the opportunity to come. Poor
Ann gets so homesick at times for her folks that this may do her some good. I
will tell you later on what time we will be home and anything else, which might
be necessary.
There are a whole lot of alumni from Portland here tonight
and we are going to have a meeting at ten o’clock, which will let us know just
what the dope is on our new Lodge. It probably won’t be any more favorable than
it has even been, but at least we will all know how matters stand. That will be
some comfort at least.
It has been raining like nobody’s business here all day, and
my trench coat is surly proving it’s worth. I figure that the coats look just
about as smart as anything you can wear too; I wear mine lots of times in place
of my overcoat.
That is about all for now Mom, try to write me some letters
that I won’t strain my eyes on so much; this last one was too darn long.
Love, Brother
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