November 19, 1932 - Saturday

My what a good time I had tonight. Everybody did. Sophomore Informal. Doro and Jean with us, he made Friars!!! I studied this morning but I loafed this afternoon. My it was a swell dance. Went up with Bill and Nancy.

George's letter home:

Dear Family,

Ann and I will come home in time for dinner on Wednesday evening, and we will certainly be glad to arrive there. We are coming home with Stan, and we are not returning to Eugene until Sunday morning. That will mean missing two days of classes, but we will be able to make it up.

Tonight is the grand and glorious Sophomore Informal. As it is a free affair, I shall of course take my little gal and grace it with my presence. Now there you have the role of entertainment for the evening, but on the morrow we shall again play the life of the pleasure mad sinners. Immediately after dinner or whatever you might deem fit to call it, we are going to attend a show ---- my, my, my, what an exciting life you young bloods do lead. The most exciting part about it all is that I have nary a “seed” in my ‘lil pocket; therefore I will be forced to borrow a bit or two from the flower of my heart. It makes no difference, though, for she trusts her little ducky – wuckums and knows that he will pay her back. After the show, we shall attend a most entertaining and soul pacifying “Twilight Organ Recital” in the University of Oregon Music School, ever hear of it. (there is no question mark on this infernal machine) That is not all, however, from the hall of lovely music, we shall wend our blissful way unto the abode of a thousand screaming dames and there partake of a little fodder. After all that ordeal, and after you have successfully turned your mind into one grand and soothing headache. The laws of fate have it that I must sit up until the wee small hours of the morn with a book on my left leg and screen in front of my mind. Dad, if you ever allowed yourself to be run ragged in the courtin days; and Mother, if you ever ran a poor gent ragged, both of you deserve corporal punishment. It is a since I do. Honest to gosh, if I don’t call at least once a day, or if I act like I am taking things for granted, or if I don’t act as though I enjoy shopping scanty shops, I just have to spend the rest of the week stopping up the hole in the dam of tears. Gentle woman, oh gentle woman, where is thy sting --- my mistake, that was death. Well, what is the difference. Don’t take this all too seriously, I think a great deal of Ann; but I am just so constituted that my emotions are not very easily around. Therefore, I must seem the proverbial iceberg at times.

You should see the Army and the Navy all in one when officer Hibbard gets his little self all rigged up in one of Uncle Sam’s free suits to the coffin. I am without a doubt the most handsome and debonair officer that ever strutted the campus. Why my dears, I simply set them craaaaaaaaaaaaaazy. Why when I walked into the front room of the Chi Psi Lodge this afternoon with all medals and so forth on, they just rose with one yelp and proceeded to examine me. It was a very thorough one, I assure you; in fact it took me some time to find all the garments again. I ah, was, er, rather cold, to say the least. In case you may have any of those lingering doubts about my striking appearance, I shall bring it home for your approval.

Well, well, and well, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hibbard of Portland and way points has finally taken up the interests of his fellow citizens and is actively engaged in a civic function. In the Eugene Register Guard, Saturday, Nov. 19, 1932, we read all about our little home town boy.

Newspaper clipping pasted in the center of the page.

“Tickets Sold On Campus For Dance

Tickets for the Firemen’s relief ball, to be held at the Eugene armory, Wednesday Nov. 28, went on sale on the University of Oregon campus Saturday, it was announced by Jack Hayes, secretary of the Eugene Firemen’s association, sponsors of the dance.

George Hibbard, of the university is in charge of campus sale.

The dance is being held to raise funds for the relief of the city needy during the coming months. Proceeds from the event will be turned over to the Eugene Relief chest.”

THE LOCAL BOY WHO MADE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. HA HA

I am studying hard, Mom and Pop, and I think that I will have some good grades to bring home for you. I have to drop my work on the debate team, though, for I have not enough time to devote to my house managing with it too. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I would rather make good at this, especially as it is a means of helping you financially, than sacrifice it for the other. I am still taking a course in speech, though, and I am doing well in it.

Ann and I wrapped her family’s Christmas presents last evening and sent them this morning. Seems rather early, doesn’t it? Well, she can be thankful that her shopping is all over. I am not going to have any greeting cards this year, and all I wish is a present of one nice picture of my mother and father.

Love, Brother