November 15, 1931 - Sunday

Big let down today. Myra Belle and Fred said they were going to see me again this morning but they didn’t come. George came over for a while in the afternoon. The rest of the afternoon and evening I studied.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

I hope that you had a nice visit in Bend. If we don’t get up there for Thanksgiving, you will have had a visit anyway.

This has been a busy weekend for us kids. We had twenty-five alumni down, and most of the boys had to improvise beds for themselves. I escaped that sorrowful ordeal, though. Friday evening, Ann and I walked all around the campus looking at the various homecoming signs. There were some clever ones; but as a whole, they were not as good this year. Then we went to the Rally; such noise you have never heard. All the students got in line and serpentine downtown. They were followed by the noise parade and led by the band. When they reached the main street, the frosh lit the bonfire on Skinner’s butte. A great big flaming “O”, shining forth its welcome to the “grads.” I left Ann about nine and came home to study. I surely accomplished a lot too. I didn’t get through until twelve o’clock. Saturday was the big game and of course you know it’s outcome. It sure hands me a chuckle, when I think how sure everyone was of our defeat. Saturday night, we all went to a dance at Midway. I haven’t felt so peppy for a long time; so of course I acted the nut and had lots of fun. This sounds like a lot for one weekend; but just have patience, I am practically through. Howard and I drove to Corvallis today and ate dinner with Malcom. That Fiji house is a palace mother; I have never seen a place that could compare with it. The boys though --- a Chi Psi for this boy any day. The weekend is over Mother, and I have just finished my studying.

The Kollork’s were down this Homecoming, and Marg invited me to a dinner party, Wednesday the twenty-fifth.  There are to be eight couples, mostly Alpha Phis, and it is formal. Of course this is all off in the event that we go to Bend. If we don’t though, Jean’s tux fits me like a glove; and I may use it. What I would need is a shirt, size fifteen collar. In case that you don’t know what style, I think Mr. Billington would be glad to help you. He would know at least. All of this depends on your plans of course; so please write me about them soon. Otherwise your blond son is liable to be socially embarrassed.

We will leave for home that Wednesday and Eddy will be with me. He is invited to this affair also, but he will have to go home the next day.

Love, Brother