December 8, 1931 - Tuesday

I was Mrs. Santa Claus today. I went downtown right after lunch and got all my Christmas presents. Then I came home and studied Econ. And after dinner Classical Poets.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

I don’t think you are queer; you are the sweetest little mother on earth to me. It is just the fact that the slippers I have serve the purpose well enough.

The name of the book is “Cyrano de Bergerac” by Rostand; and it is to be a leather bound volume priced at $3.50. The book is ordered in my name.

I am coming home on the 17^th of December. My exams are all over with that morning at ten, and I want to get home as soon as possible for my job. I will wait long enough to see Anne [sic] off on the twelve o’clock train south, and then will come right on home myself. Thank Dad for offering to come, anyway. He might just as well stay here for dinner that night anyway; all the boys would be glad to see him.

From now on I will confine all my letters, other than those to the family, to strict Chi Psi business. All of these mothers will know me before I even meet them.

Eddy and Tom Tongue and I went up Spencer’s Butte yesterday in a great big rain storm. We were soaked to the skin and we got lost in the bargain. By the time we got home it was six o’clock, and Tom and I each had a tea date at the Alpha Phi house at six. Well we showered, shaved and changed our clothes all in twenty minutes. You should see my clothes; they were mud clear through. I sent my moleskin pants to the laundry and they ought to be back today.

I asked Marylou Patrick to go to our formal in Portland. I hope I have a tux by then; otherwise the evening will be rather expensive for the kid. They aren’t charging us poor kids from school like they did last year. I wish Anne [sic] could be there to go with me, but I guess that I can’t have her all the time. I haven’t seen much of her the last few weeks; the only time I go down there now is for a little while on weekends. I won’t be going down at all this weekend, because I have three exams to study for on Monday.

This is ten o’clock in the morning, Mother, and I must do a little studying before I go to my eleven o’clock class. I don’t know what struck me this morning, but I slept until nine and then got up and took a shower. Bye Mom. I will write you a letter later on in the week. Don’t expect any during exam week, though; I will not be in any mood to see anybody or to write any letters. That is the way I was all last year.

Love, Brother