George's letter home:
Hello Mother,
This week has been more or less a busy one for me, and that
no doubt explains the lack of letters. There have been so many committee
meetings along with my schoolwork that I have had very little time to write to
anyone.
Don Thompson has withdrawn from school, and his father is
sending him to the University of Arizona. Don is troubled with this nose
disease, and he can’t stay in this climate any longer. I am certainly sorry to
lose him, for he is a fine boy. There is no Chi Psi Lodge there, so I guess he
will have to lie in the dormitory.
Saturday was just a wonderful day here; the sun shined all
day and the weather was as warm as could be. We all got out in the side lot and
played ball and the old juvenile game of “ups and downs”. I dug up all the flowerbeds,
raked the whole yard clean, and built a new boardwalk out in back. I worked so
hard that I nearly tired myself out. Wally Boyer came down for the weekend and
came to our upper class dinner. We had dinner here (turkey dinner and
everything) Saturday evening at eight o’clock and then went dancing at
Willamette Park. Ann looked lovely in a new red dress with row after row of
silver beads around the neck. She looks lovely anyway (even in a gunny sack,
although I have never seen her in one).
Here it is Sunday morning, and I did the unheard of and ate
four eggs for breakfast. You probably will not listen to my protests when the
egg proposition comes up at home now. I am going to study the rest of the
morning and then go to dinner at the Alpha Phi house. At three I am going to
take Ann to the library and then come home to the Lodge. I must compose a
speech for my class Monday, and I want it to be a good one. I don’t know if I
will get an “A” out of my speech course this term or not. It is not as certain
as it was last year.
I feel fine now, Mother, and I thank you so much for helping
me. I labor under quite a handicap here with Annabelle. She can’t help but
notice when I don’t feel well, and she conjures all manner of pictures up before
her mind about me. She can’t understand Christian Science; religion to her is
like it is to so many other people in the world, just a place to think about on
Sunday and never turn to any real help for one’s self. You cannot tell people
who are not Christian Scientists about the healing power of God; it is simply
useless. They must find it through some awakening, and that is all there is to
it.
Well, I think of nothing further to tell you, Mother. If you
could send me $2, I would certainly appreciate it.
Love, Brother
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