January 19, 1933 - Thursday

This is such a blue day! Raining and cold and I haven’t seen George except in classes for so long. I studied at the library after Psych and after lunch until about five. I went up to the library for a little while tonight.

George's Letter Home:

Dear Family,

Grady and I are the only ones who sleep warm in this place. We have our bed in an empty room, where we open windows at nite like all normal people. All the other brethren huddle up and shiver for nine hours on the sleeping porch.

Jim Wells and I played hand ball this afternoon, and we very nearly wore ourselves out. Jim is a very good player, and I had to play just as hard and fast as I could to keep any where near him in the score. As it was, he beat me every game, but I at least gave him a run for it all.

I completed all my studies this afternoon, and I am going to spend the evening with Ann. We haven’t seen each other for three days now, and the unbearable suspense can be endured no longer.

The laundry arrived this afternoon, and I filled it with wash and sent it right back. I also put a pair of shoes in the box, but I would rather they were not washed. The difficulty with them is that they lack heels, and the difficulty with me is that I lack sufficient funds to remedy the situation. There is no hurry for them, for I still have my big clod-hoppers. I wish you would have some metal plates put on them, those kind that set right into the leather.

This is merely a little note to tell you both that I am just fine. In fact I am so fine, that I think I shall see a sad movie just to tone myself down a bit.

Love, Brother