May 21, 1932 - Saturday

I had to get up fairly early this morning because I had an appointment for a hot oil shampoo. It certainly was a wonderful feeling. The afternoon I slept some, entertained rushees some. Tonight was the beautiful spring dance. Swell time.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

My foot is much better, but it still hurts a little. I think it will be alright in a couple of days though.

Last evening Anne and I went to the Coconut Grove to dance. Before we left, Chuck McCormack and I just had a terrible time around the Lodge here with Jim Wells and Eddy Field. They were just too full of pep, I guess. They kept sneaking into our room and upsetting the thing. We locked the room before we left, but when we returned, the door was wide open. Oh boy, what a mess that place was. All the furniture was piled up in the center of the floor, and all the pictures were painted with crazy designs in white paint. It was such a mess that it took us a whole hour to clean it up. They had their room all locked up, but we finally got in and then the real fun began. Chuck and I carried everything in that room down into the basement from the third floor. We didn’t leave a thing. Clothes, dressers, chairs, desks and everything else was toted down the stairs and into the basement. That wasn’t all though. We got water and through all over the room and then opened the end of a pillow and just scattered all the feathers all over the place. It was sticking to the curtains, ceilings and every other place in the room. Then we took roll so toilet paper and just wrapped it all over everything. I have never seen such a complete job in all my life. It took us two hours, and we didn’t get to bed until two bells in the morning. I wish you could have seen those two gents dressing in the cold cellar this morning. The funny part of the whole things is, that Eddy wasn’t one of the participants who wrecked our room. All his stuff is in the basement, however, and he is plenty gripped. My – my – my – my – we certainly do have fun down here.

Tonight, is the Alpha Phi spring dance, and for some strange reason or another, I have been invited to it.  --------- Strange, don’t you think?

I understand that there are going to be eight Pi Phi’s from Oregon State at the lake this summer, and I suppose that there will be many more from other houses over there. Since old man Price’s daughter went to school there this fall. It looks like the Oregon people will be out of a good thing in a couple of years. Well, just so I can hang on to mine for about three more of those little years.

That is all the news at present.

Love, Brother