March 4, 1933 - Saturday

I went up to the library after my eight o’clock this morning and then I went up again this afternoon until about 4:30. After dinner I went to the game then George came over and we went for a walk. Both dead tired.

George's letter to Dad:

Dear Pop,

The inauguration is coming forth over the radio right now, but the reception is so poor that I can’t hear much. I imagine that one Mr. Hoover will now take one long rest for himself. He certainly needs it after the stormy period he has been through.

And now, regarding my spring vacation ---- I will be home the seventeenth of March and I will return the twenty seventh of March. That may not circulate very near to Easter, but then there is never any certainty about the actions of this state board of education. In our modern governments course, some of the Eastern writers of text books cite Oregon as an admirable example of the new movement to consolidate state administration agencies. They point in particular to our consolidated state board of Education, which carries out all the new principles of government ----- I wish they could watch it operate over a period of time.

About this Seattle deal; I hope it materializes into something good for you. I know that you are getting to the point where something with a reasonable degree of future certainty is almost necessary for you. When a person gets to your age, and still has nothing permanent or anything that will continue indefinitely, I can very well imagine that it upsets the old security of mind. This thing of conjuring up visions of the Masonic Home in a ripe old age is the bunk; I don’t blame you for wanting so to find something in which you can feel assured that it will take care of you and mother.

I am going up to the Library now, and try to get a few sticks of knowledge pounded into my mind. I got an hour examination back from my very hardest course yesterday, and I got myself a nice fat rosy “””A””” in it. The course is Modern Governments, and more people have flunked out of the darn thing than have passed it. That last is a bit of gross exaggeration, of course, but it really is a difficult course, and I felt quite proud of my grade. Ann was disgusted with me; she says there is no sense in my getting so smart. Tee-Hee.

The weather here is nice, too. It has been just like spring most of the last week, and none of us have felt like studying at all. One day, I even went out in the yard and dug up all the flower beds. I caused quite an uproar ---- The great Hibbard out wallowing around in the dirt doing such menial things. Almost beneath the dignity of an upper classman, you know.

Take care of yourself, Dad, I will be home before you know it.

Love, Brother