February 7, 1932 - Sunday

I studied quite a bit today. I studied before dinner and after dinner for about five hours. We had a wonderful tea. Creamed Chicken! I didn’t study later. George called up about three times but didn’t come over.

George's letter home:

Dear Mom,

Thank you so much for the money to go to the dance with. After receiving it, I decided not to go. The tickets were a dollar and a half; but when I considered another dollar and a half for a corsage, ten cents for a shine, fifty cents for pressing, and laundry bill afterwards, my miserly tendencies took possession of me and withheld any desire to attend the thing.  We went to a show instead. The show was all about two sweethearts being separated when the girl went far away on a boat. Anne cried, and that made me feel very happy (which of course it should not have done). After the show, we walked (my car being laid up for the evening) home and did a little dancing to the tune of their Columbia radio. Very successful evening, I called it. Next week is the Alpha Phi formal, and we will have a nice time at that.

The Aqua Velva was very gratefully received, although I am finding great difficulty in stowing it away. Having never had much to do with gallon jugs before, I am at a loss of just what to do with it. Necessity is the mother of invention, though, and I shall soon have a snappy idea for its disposal.

I studied for three hours this morning, and then went to a show with Stan after dinner. I am now home (that must be quite evident, for I surely would not be writing this little piece of literary perfection in the McDonald theatre) and have just finished my studying. Rather I have just finished all the studying this son of yours can stand for one evening. There seems to be a ferocious cold raging in the upper regions of my head, and it is very annoying to study with it as a companion. However, I just told my unpleasant companion that he was no friend of mine or anybody else’s in this world. In fact I balled him out quite severely, and told him that he didn’t even exist (what a man).

There seems to be no more news in this little burg of Eugene; so I shall bring the epistle to an early close and retire to the upper regions. Eddy and Stan send you and Dad a cheery (sounds English, but I assure you that it is all very sincere) hello.

Love, Brother

P.S. bills for month equal --- $50.20.