February 18, 1933 - Saturday

Adele, Doro and I had such a swell time this noon. We had lunch at the Anchorage and talked for two hours. Then went to the library for two hours. Odd jobs until dinner. OSC basketball game. George came over later.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

I finished reading your letter a moment ago, and you and Dad certainly had an experience. I am happy that you came out of it all right, but then you always do. Everything seems to be against your going to Bend, one of those comedies of life.

Last evening I was initiated into Scabbard and Blade, and it was a lovely ceremony. After the ritual, they had a formal dinner dance at Lee Dukes Café. The place was beautifully decorated with American flags and other military accessories. Ann looked beautiful in a new formal. We didn’t stay very long though, for I got sick and couldn’t even eat my dinner.

For the past two weeks I have had just one continual headache. Last Sunday I had to go to bed at seven in the evening. I haven’t any pep. I can’t get up enough enthusiasm to even do my studies properly. It is getting quite depressing to go places with the intent of having a good time, or to study; and then be compelled to come home. When I go to visit Ann, I just sit around like an old bump on a log with the most solemn face that you can imagine. I try hard to keep my spirits up, but I just seem unable to do it for long. When I do succeed, it is merely an artificial effort. Every summer when I work out in the open I feel fine, but as soon as I get back to this darn town, I feel rotten.

After our eight o’clock, this morning, Ann and I went downtown to do some errands. I got real extravagant and bought a $30 mixer for the kitchen. It is electric and has a juice extractor, meat and vegetable grinder, knife sharpener, mixers for cakes, can opener, and salad oil regulator. The darn thing has everything on it, in short. Fanny is delighted with it.

I am going to spend the remaining part of the day at the library, and this evening I think I shall go to the basketball game. The old bed is going to see me early, too.

Give my love to the Grandfolks, and take care of yourself in that cold country.

Love, Brother

Jane’s Notes: Fanny is the cook at the Chi Psi lodge.