I didn’t get any studying accomplished before my eleven
o’clock but I studied in the afternoon until George came over. We went downtown,
then he stayed here awhile. Five of us went to a show tonight. To bed at 12:15!
George's letter home:
Dear Mom,
I am glad to hear that the luncheon was a success. You seem
to be making lots of nice friends among the Chi Psi mothers, and I am certainly
glad to hear that. It wouldn’t please me half as much to be a Chi Psi, if I
thought you couldn’t enjoy it in some manner too.
The initiation is in full swing, and our young friend from
Sheridan is having a very woe-be-gone time of it. He just runs around here with
his neck resting on his heels – can you imagine that? Poor Stan is having a bad
week too; I think that he is becoming a little dubious about my friendship.
Well, I can remember a time not so long ago when I had great misgivings about
my various friends around here.
Poor Anne (sic) is in great financial distress. Not really
distress; just a few sound rantings from home on her spendthrift tendencies.
She spent the whole afternoon writing an itemized account of all her
expenditures, since the start of school, to her father. Well – well – well – imagine that. It seems
that you will never have to worry about me spending too much money.
Phil Smith left today and Bob Norton blew in. Bob came up
for the initiation and it seems that he was here to stave off the wolves of
depression. You know that he is in the lumber business, which is just another
name for the great army of unemployed.
It is plenty cold down in this part of that great Willamette
Valley (you surely must have heard of it). There is snow all over the ground,
and the temperature just hovers around freezing in spite of all my little one
dollar heater can do. College is certainly a lot of fun when you can keep warm
--- I’m not having much fun right now.
Anne (sic) had better watch out and so should one of the
professors. Mr. and Mrs. Rae, one of the patrons or prohibitionists or
something or the other at our Skull and Dagger dance the other night, exchanged
a dance with us; and I took poor Mrs. Rae for the tune of two dances in a row.
What a man, what a lover, ------ just call me Don Juan --- any thing --- I
don’t care!
Love to mine Pop and Mom,
Brother
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