May 1, 1933 - Monday

I had to study for the Psych quiz we have tomorrow so I didn’t work in the library today. I was the only one of Seniors in Chapter Meeting. George came over later and we studied Psych.

George's letter home:

Dear Family,

Here it is Monday morning and I find myself with very little to do for once. Sunday morning I did all my studies for today, so you see that I am not foolin you or wasting my time.

Ann and I went to a show yesterday evening, and other than that, Sunday proved to be the usual uneventful day. I think there is no day in the week that I dislike more than Sunday. There just seems to be a complete cessation of activity and that is something that I cannot appreciate.

Saturday evening, though, we went to the last free campus dance of the year. It was the “Frosh Glee”, and the decorations were carried out in a Hawaiian motive. It was a lovely dance, and we had one of those delightful times that we always have together.

Saturday I went to the dentist and he found eight dollars and fifty cents wrong with me. That was quite a blow to my pocket book, and it meant that my air castle of buying Ann a badge must fly away again. I no sooner get something ahead and then my mouth or my clothes or something comes along and takes it away. Most exasperating, I calls it. My house bill for this month will be $38.90. I am sorry if it is too high, but there is really nothing that I can do about it. The June bill will only be about ten dollars, so that will be a little relief. For the first six weeks out of the summer, I will be very inexpensive to you, for I will be at military camp for that time.

All the seniors around here are talking about graduation; I certainly hope military camp starts before they graduate. I don’t wish to be here at all when Ann gets out; it will just mean the end of so many wonderful hours together. I may be able to save money, I may be able to study my law a little better, but I still wish she could be here.

The other night some of the boys on the campus came over and attempted to entice me into a little carousing out at some beer parlor in the country. No fooling, I had the hardest time trying to explain to them why I wouldn’t go; but they just couldn’t understand. They are such good friends of mine, boys I have gone around with ever since my freshman year that it made it doubly hard. Sometimes I get in such embarrassing positions because I won’t drink, that I wonder if it is all worthwhile or not. But, then, when I see them the next morning, I think that probably I am the smart one after all.

That is all the news I have right now; I will try to write later in the week.

Love, Brother