I slept until about eleven and then wrote letters until two.
Then Doro and I went to show. Studied two hours before supper and then studied
two hours afterward. 10 now. I’m going to bed but I’m not sleepy.
George's letter home:
George's letter home:
Dear Mother,
If you will count the number of Christmas cards I received
last year and then add ten more to that number, I will have enough for this
year. All my cards are in my upper left hand dresser drawer. I don’t think there
will be so many that it will entail a great deal of expense.
I didn’t do any studying last night; I went down and visited
Anne [sic] for a while instead. I have read so continuously this week that I
just couldn’t look a book in the face without getting a faint feeling. My
little friend snapped me right out of it though. She can just snap anyone out
of a depression; I don’t know what it is she does.
Boy it will seem great not to worry about any work for
awhile. This darn school gets harder everyday. But I must keep on though, if I
ever expect to make anything out of myself.
That is about all for now, Mother; I hope you can send me a
couple of extra dollars with my money. Say hello to Dad and tell him to watch
that German Goiter of his.
Love, Brother
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