This was Dad’s day and so we were occupied with them most of
the day. I got up about ten with full intentions to study but somehow I didn’t
get to it. George came over in the afternoon and then about 10 tonight.
Dear Mom,
This is Dad’s Day and I surely missed not having Dad here.
We tied for second place with the Alpha Phis in the number of Dads at our
houses. They flipped a coin and of course the boys were unlucky as usual. It
certainly was a beautiful prize; a sterling silver coffee set. Oh well, we got
one trophy out of the weekend anyway; Don Thompson’s father was elected the
next year’s president of the Dads Organization.
Mr. Fields took Bill and I to the Dad’s banquet tonight and
just showed us a real time. He certainly is a peach.
I stayed home from the game tonight and did some heavy
studying for a change; I think that I will go down to see Ann for awhile after
a little bit. I am rather tired though and we are going to have a luncheon for
the fathers after the game is over. I may change my mind and stay home where I
belong yet.
It will surely seem fine to be home next weekend
[Two lines of type
have been cut out of the letter at this point. I wonder what the rest of the
paragraph said]
Love, Brother
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