November 22, 1931 - Sunday

A day of study, nine hours of it. Before and after dinner and after tea. George came over to tea and then walked up to the library with me. It’s 12 pm now and I’m just dead. If I can only hit the history!

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

Well here it is eleven o’clock at night and I have just finished my studying for tomorrow.

Our pledge dance came off last night, and we certainly had a great old time. It was called the ace of clubs idea. All the windows were painted black and orange so that no one could look in, and all the lights were painted orange to make things dim. There was a fake door that everyone had to come in first and give a password. As they entered they were given masks, which they had to wear all the evening. We had a dice table, a blackjack table, a poker table, and a roulette table. We borrowed the roulette wheel from a gambling den in Portland. There was a bank to borrow paper money from, and all the dealers wore eyeshades and smoked cigars. Just when everyone was interested in these gambling devices, we set the first alarm gong upstairs.  That was our cue, and we all started clearing the evidence away as fast as possible – at the same time yelling ----- Raid, Raid ------. Then after we had everything cleared away, we set a siren gong and at that time the orchestra walked in all dressed in policemen’s uniforms. They made everyone take off their masks and arrested Preble as the owner of the gambling joint. They decided that he was guilty, and decided to make him play the drums as a sentence.  It was Bill’s orchestra; so of course he sat down and played for the rest of the evening. Gee there was more pep at that dance than at any that I have ever been to. I had the life of my heart (as the saying goes) and she had a wonderful time too.

That is all for the dance Mom. I went to the Alpha Phi house for tea tonight and got in seven hours of studying besides. That is not bad for one day’s work. If I just keep this up I will be in darn good training for the law school next year.

Eddy and I will be home at six o’clock this Wednesday night, and we have decided to eat before we go to this jig. We might not be filled up too much at that affair, you know.

Love, Brother