March 1, 1932 - Tuesday

I get so disgusted with myself when I make plans to study and then don’t carry them out. I did that this morning and afternoon both. George was over for a minute but I managed to study tonight.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

I have delayed this letter because I have not been certain as to where you would be. This is just a chance that this one will reach you in due time.

We had a very successful weekend with our rushees. There were eight of them, and I believe they all enjoyed their selves. Friday night we took them to the basketball game with Oregon State, and although the manure-shovelers beat us, the game was the most exciting I have ever witnessed. Saturday night, we all went out to Midway and danced. That took my last dollar but now I don’t have to worry about spending anymore.

I will need $45.79 for my bills this month, and I will also need a little money for my trip home and any other incidentals that my come up. My hair is rather long right at present, but that merely gives me a distinguished look of which I am very proud. The sophomore class is going to have a three week beard growing contest spring term; too bad it couldn’t be a hair growing contest --- I would stand more chance.

We had elections around this old dive the other night, and young Lean Frady was chosen to be our new prexy. There is no one in the Lodge that deserves the position any more than Jean, and I am certainly tickled that he received the election.  Next week will see Mr. and Mrs. Hibbard’s son making out the meal tickets for a bunch of guys around here. There is no distinction to my appointment other than a lot of hard work and worry ---- Hi – Di – Di – Di.

Be optimistic along with me, though, just look at all the fine business experience I will receive.

Gene Yeon returned to school from his illness at home. You should have seen what he rolled up in front of the Lodge in, a bran new Graham coup. I have never seen such a beautiful car in my life.  It is a deep maroon color, and it is without a doubt the nicest thing that ever hit this campus. He has been out so long that he is withdrawing from school and returning next term.

I don’t know just where all this store of information is coming from, but it finally has run its course and I must run off to bed. One o’clock Sunday night, twelve-thirty last night and eleven thirty tonight, is quite record; but you can well see that I am cutting the hours down little by little.

Love, Brother