April 20,1932 - Wednesday

We didn’t have any Technique class this afternoon because of last night’s practice. I spent the afternoon reading my letters and magazine. Three of each came this morning. George came over this evening and we didn’t study.

George's letter home:

‘Lo Mom,

Rain, rain, rain, and then on top of all that rain. This spring term is lousy. Everyone looks so funny dressed up in their very new light cloths and their very old rain coats.

Anne has accepted your invitation to accompany us to the banquet. You will only have to buy two tickets, however, for I will be admitted free.

Each of the boys is writing one of the mothers a personal invitation this evening. We drew names from a cup this noon to determine which mother we should write to. When we find the exact number who will be here, we are going to reserve a block at the “Canoe Fete”. That will enable us all to sit together, and your “Ohs” and “Ahs” will be much more effective.

Owing to the fortune or misfortune which has come to you in being made assistant secretary of the mother’s club, you must listen to my tail of woe as you did in days long past. My ideas of revenue making are fast becoming standardized. Variety, I am told, is the spice of life; and all the pepper in the world won’t give my food variety. Now mother, if you can make this one little request at your next club meeting, your loving son will be saved from al manner of embarrassment. Have each mother make out a complete menu for one day, and then send all of them to me. It will really be a benefit to their own sons, even more so than it will to me. You might also suggest their sending any good recipes they happen to have. We may not look or act like kings, but good food would certainly make us feel other than mere princes.

That half breed from Sheridan has another young lady in the offing. She is much shorter, much stouter, and much much more funnier than he is. I am all for him except for the possibility of his getting mixed too deeply in “Cupids” influence. History repeats itself; and rather than see him shove the little person among “his souvenirs”, I would much rather see him retain her as a friend.

I am spending this evening at the Alpha Phi house; Anne and I are catching up on our correspondence. There are two more letters to be written, mother dear, and I will close this one with the hope of receiving a few more from you than I have of late.

Love, Brothe