January 15, 1933 - Sunday

I slept late this morning. I didn’t even get the paper read. George came over after dinner. We went for a walk, talked, and at six went to Anchorage for tea, then went and studied. Perfect Day.

Dear Mother,

I received the picture of Ann Saturday, and I cannot tell you how much I like it. You are so nice to me; thank you over and over again.

The initiation is now over, and we have nine new Brothers. It is nearly as great a thrill to see new ones admitted as it is to be admitted yourself. Those old manly tears come unbidden into the eyes, and the old spine just chills and squirms up and down its course. I think there is no organization that I have ever belonged to that has done as much for me or will do as much for me as Chi Psi. It is just the greatest fortune in the world to feel yourself one of this wonderful group, and it is only through you and Dad that I have that fortune.

We had the old inoculations and the old vaccinations Friday, and I am doing just fine. The inoculation made my arm hurt for a couple of days, but it is all gone now. Friday we will have another one, and I know that it will not affect me either. The vaccination looks like it might take, as the saying goes, but I am doing the protective work that I know. Army or no Army, mortal mind is not to have any control over me.

Ann and I went to the concert today. The Eugene Gleemen sang for about an hour and a half; the most wonderful singing that I have ever heard. There are so many chances for cultural advances here, and I only regret that I haven’t time to seize every chance. Tomorrow evening, and every Monday evening for two months, there will be a series of lectures on Love and Marriage. They held them last year, and they proved to be highly popular. I am going to attend them; who knows but what they may solve some future problems for me.

I failed to send my laundry home this week, because of the hurry and scurry here. I have just twenty-five cents left, and that will be insufficient to send it home this coming week. Now if you can just drain the family coffers for the sum of another twenty-five cents, it will help me out considerably. Otherwise I may be forced to rob the Eugene Post Office. That is really all I need, so don’t send me any more. About the only thing I need money for is to send my laundry home.

Tomorrow I have an hour examination in Romantic Poetry, so I must leave now to study it. Thank you again for the picture, I think it is as fine as fine as fine as can be.

Love, Brother

Another of George's Letters Home:

Good Morning Family,

It is just as cold as can be around here. Flakes of snow are swirling around outside, the furnace has not started function within, and I am nearly too cold to write this ‘lil letter.

Last night was the Krazy Kopy Krawl, a dance given every year by the advertising department. They have signs just plastered all over the walls, tiny samples of powder, breakfast food, shaving lotion, etc. spread all over the tables for favors. The features were fine too, and there were many of them. Ann and I were dancing around, reading the signs to each other and laughing over them, when she said, “Oh look at the funny sign.” So I looked up on the wall to which she was pointing and read, “Hot Stuff, Morgan’s Finished.” Just about that time, we both looked down a couple of feet below this sign and read “Men”. Laugh, I thought we would die; she was quite the most embarrassed girl I have ever seen.

I can hear my radiator sizzle a little now, maybe it will start my imagination to work.

Jean and I are going down to the hotel this morning. There is what we commonly call a “prize rushee” there, and we want to “button” him if we can. His name is Al Eames, and most of his relatives from all sides have been Chi Psis. We don’t know exactly where we stand with him, though, for he is very timid and reluctant to speak. However, we shall attempt to thaw him out a little this morning. (I would like to get a few icicles off of myself first).

Last evening Oregon bowed once more on the basketball floor. This school certainly takes a beating in athletics. Without good coaches you can’t have good teams, without winning teams you can’t make money, and without money you can’t hire excellent coaches. You see it is a very vicious circle with Oregon at the most desperate turn – no money.

Ah me, unless I warm up soon, I shall spend the day in front of the fireplace. That would not be a bad idea, though, for most of my lessons are prepared.

Goodbye; I hope you two have a merry Sabbath; I hope that one of these days you will really get to Bend; and I send you all my love.

Love, Brother

P.S. Please send my tiepin and also a few envelopes.  GLH