After I dressed this morning I packed my robe. After lunch
Eleanor and I read. At four I went over to Mrs. Earl’s to tea. Home and changed
and to the Symphony with Bill. Then packed to leave tomorrow at 8:30.
Dearest George,
This is the last letter that I will write to you from here.
Isn’t that exciting? I will mail it tomorrow and then the day after that I will
be on that awful old train for an uncomfortable ride that will end so happily.
It will be even more uncomfortable than it was coming down because there will
be the surprise. I don’t know whether I can stand it or not. When you meet me
at the station I am afraid I will be a pretty sight. I will be worn to a frazil
with suspense and excitement. I will have chewed all my lipstick off and my hat
will probably be on at a very peculiar angel. It will be test of your love if
you can accept me in that condition and in front of all the people in the
station. Dear, please don’t wear a hat because I should hate to not see you
right away. I might overlook you in my excitement if I couldn’t see your blond
head in the crowd. Let’s see in 72 hours I will be in your arms.
O, dear, I am getting excited already. Seventy-two hours is still a horribly long time
tho’. There, be still my fluttering hear
(Don’t tell me I never took poetry).
O, George look at all this nonsense I have written. Just
think of the terrible state I will be in when you finally meet me at the
station. You had better take some chloroform along to the station in case you
can’t handle me. I warn you I am going to be a danger to your driving. As you
have probably gathered, dear, I am so anxious to see you. I got your two
airmail letters today and now that makes nine treasurers that I have locked
away in the top of my suit case. I told everyone of them, dear. I am afraid
mine haven’t been very satisfactory because the writing is so terrible and the
spelling is worse if that is possible. I couldn’t have stood the separation if
it hadn’t been for the letters. I get terribly blue as it is. With your letters
I got a picture of Doro which is just darling. It has been wandering around
Pasadena for sometime because the address was 499 instead of 449. It is the
position that I liked best. I wonder if she gave Jean one.
This afternoon I went on a tour of inspection. Mrs. Williams
and I went out to Claremont. It takes about forty minutes to get out there. We
had lunch with some friends of Mrs. Williams and then in the afternoon they
took us all over the Panorama and Script campus. I wasn’t very impressed with Panorama campus
but it is still young and from all they say destined to go far. They have a
beautiful auditorium however. Scripts was much more beautiful but it has all
the ear marks of an expensive girls school which it is. It has beautiful
surroundings but I doubt I would like the atmosphere. Give me my dear old
university any time. I had a lot of defending to do this afternoon. We left
there about four o’clock and I came home to two beautiful letters. After dinner
we were going to a play but the wind was blowing so hard Mrs. Williams was
afraid to go out into it. I don’t think it was anything to be afraid of but it
was certainly blowing a gale. It was hard to keep your feet when you were out
in it. I heard a little thunder but we didn’t get any rain. It has died down
now.
Mr. Hutchinson the father of one of the little girls in the
school was over this evening and we played triple solitaire until the wicked
hour of ten thirty.
Tomorrow Mrs. Williams suggested that we go to the Brown
Derby to lunch and see the movie stars but she has some guests coming in the
afternoon so I don’t know whether that will materialize. In the afternoon I am
going over to Mrs. Earl’s to tea and to meet Debora Kever a girl I have met a
couple of times when I have been down here
before.
In the evening I am going to a symphony concert with Bill
Earl. Then Friday morning early I start on my exciting trip so that means among
other things I have to do some packing tomorrow. That will make tomorrow go
rather fast but O for Friday and Saturday. I can’t read very much because it
hurts my eyes on the train. O, that it were only Saturday evening now instead
of only Wednesday evening.
You sent me a picture in one of your letters. Here is one
for you. Does that look like anyone you now?
Miles upon miles of love and more love,
Annie.
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