April 9, 1933 - Sunday

I studied for two hours this morning but that’s all I’ve done today. This afternoon Marshal and Candie took us for a ride and tonight I went to a swell show. I wonder if Mom and June are coming.

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

I know that I am terribly neglectful son, but I have been so snowed under with work, that I haven’t even had time to breath. In fact I am nearly suffocated right now.

I like my new job in the Fraternity fine; but it will be a rather trying one at times. I think Jean and I have gotten more out of our Fraternity than most people do. It has meant nearly three fourths of college to me; it really has. Jean says that he probably would never have come back to school after his first year if it hadn’t been for Chi Psi.

I made up my last financial statement yesterday and I am sending it in today. It certainly looks pretty good to me; even if I do say so myself. There will be quite a load off my shoulders now, for Jim will take over the office Monday. For the last week, I have been another Hitler. I have been both House Manger and President. Such autocratic power I have never enjoyed before.

Mrs. Schloth was or rather is down this weekend, and she is all “ice box” from beginning to end. They will be over to dinner today; I think they are very nice.

Last evening, the annual carnival was held in the Igloo. Everything is a nickel. The girls and boys houses are paired, and they make booths like they have at fairs and carnivals. These booths are arranged around the walls and then in the center of the floor, they have a jitney dance (five cents a dance). Gee, but it is a noisy place. Everyone has a ballyhoo man in front of their booth with a cow bell or something to attract sales. There is confetti hanging all over the place, everyone has a horn or some thing to blow, and people walk around looking at things and eating ice cream cones. Our booth was one of the most popular ones. We sold three tennis balls for a nickel, and they would try to hit a target with them. If you hit the target, an egg would fall down and smash on a boy’s head. The freshmen took turns sitting under the eggs and they were a messy bunch. There was always a crowd around the booth, and they used up twenty-one dozen eggs.

Today I must study and catch up with myself. In fact, I must go far ahead of myself; because there will be very little rest or time on this boy’s hands from now on. The next time I am downtown, I will reserve the rooms for you, mother.

Love, Brother