April 6, 1932 - Wednesday

I certainly have walked a lot today. After lunch before my two o’clock I went downtown with George. After my two o’clock I went to the dispensary then downtown again. Had Phi Sigs to dinner. George came over later.

Dear Mom and Pop,

You should see what a nice room I have with my nice new rug. Thank you so much for it; I don’t know what I could have wished for more than it. I spent the whole day re-arranging my room after it arrived and it looks quite presentable now. Maybe if I send the measurements of the windows home some one of these days, you could find time to make me some cheap curtains, mother.

Bill Russell and Howard are being initiated this week, and they certainly are a couple of woe-be-gone looking boys. They are both taking it so seriously, that it is just twice as hard for them.

Anne is going to Portland tomorrow to see Walter Hampden play “Cyrano de Bergerac” at the auditorium. She is going to stay with Molly Lou Thompson. I wish I could run up with her, and visit you for a while; but things will not work out that way, I am afraid.

I am right in the midst of my duties of treasurer now, and I like the work very much. Everybody crabs and makes a fuss over this and that; but Jean stood it for a year, so I guess I will be able to stand it too.

Anne and I went shopping for me today in the five and dime store. We bought a shade for thirty-five cents to go over the light in the center of my room. Then I went and ordered some things that we needed around the Lodge; after that we came home and escorted the young lady up to a two o’clock class.

The weather is having a hard time trying to decide that it is spring around here. All the shrubs on the campus are in bloom, but still it keeps right on raining. We have had a few nice days, however; and all the fellows have gone out to play tennis and anything else that there was to do.

The sophomore boys are going to let their beards grow until the fifteenth of April, that is on a Saturday night. On that night there is to be a dance called the Whiskerino shuffle, at which they will give prizes for the lightest, heaviest, blackest, and blondest beards. Some of them are having a terrible and somewhat embarrassing time of it --- they just won’t grow. Mine is so darn long now that it just about drives me crazy ---- you have heard about the seven year itch, no doubt. Eddy Field looks like a little German peasant boy when he gets his military uniform on and crowns that lovely growth with a doughboy’s hat.

I wish you would write and tell me who the secretary of the Mother’s club is; I want to write to her and make a request of the club. This thing of planning meals is no fun and it is terribly hard to keep the food varied. I thought the mothers might help me out by preparing a day’s menu which would be suitable for a group of about thirty boys. I mean to have each one prepare one; that would give me about twenty-five new menus and a lot of new ideas.

The great store of news (not too great, understand) has finally run its course, and I must draw the literary masterpiece to an end.

Thank you again for the very nice rug, I am very grateful.

Love, Brother