November 8, 1931 - Sunday

I’m certainly playing the student this weekend. Eleven hours!!  Four before dinner, three after and two in the evening. George came over to tea. It was good, too. Now I’m going to bed early, I’m just dead.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

Two letters in a row is quite an accomplishment for your boy, but I must tell about all the happenings while I can still remember them.

Last night was the Kappa Pledge dance; I went with Phoebe Greenman and just had one wonderful evening. The walls were all covered with black paper and plastered with colored fish and air bubbles. In one corner was an immense ship, which was lying at an angle. The whole thing was to give a picture of “Davy Jone’s Locker.” It was real clever, and everyone was at the pitch of their enthusiasm. 

Tom Tongue, Eddy, and I went for a walk in the rain yesterday and just got soaked. I guess we walked about three miles. Probably a foolish thing to do.

Paul Austen’s and Tom’s Moms and Bill’s girls all rolled into town this weekend. So they were over here for Sunday dinner. It surely is funny to watch those gents snap out of their lethargy, when their big weakness appears on the scene.

I have been studying all day, and it certainly has paid me well. All of my back work is caught up now, and I can feel more at ease.

Bye Mother. Hope you can go to Bend.

Love, Brother