May 18, 1933 - Thursday

George's letter home:

Dear Mom and Pop,

the gala week-end is over and I am very thankful for that. Yesterday, I received a letter from Carl Onthank, Dean of the personnel department of the University; and he complemented me upon the best managed Junior Week-End he has ever witnessed. Then, last evening, all of us that served on the directorate had a big dinner at the Eugene Hotel in a private room. It certainly was a nice affair, and it topped everything off just like it should be. It is all over now, and I am just about caught up on my studies.

Thank you so much, Dad, for your nice letter and the box of sox. This summer we can see more of each other than we have for some time. We can go swimming and really enjoy each other’s company again like we did in the old days. I will keep up the yard, and that will be a little relief to your corporality.

The Alpha Phi House is entertaining at dinner this evening with a show afterwards. We are going to see 42nd Street, and that means a free bit of entertainment fro my Lil’ Annie and myself.

Friday night brings another dane at the Alpha Phi House and Saturday evening brings our spring dance at the Eugene Hotel. Every week-end seems to be so full, that one wonders just when it will all end. Things will quiet down in a little while, though, for we must all get in and study for the examinations.

Tom Tonge is to be given the oath of office today at ten, and that will mark the first Student Body President Chi Psi has had on this campus. Our little old fraternity deserves a lot of credit for its rise in the last three years; it is no end of joy to me that I joined it.

Eddy Field usually has one terrible time getting out of the old bed in the mornings, but I certainly got him out this morning. I arose at seven, and he just had enough consciousness to ask what time it was. I promptly told him that it was a quarter after eight, upon which one Edward Field moved faster than he has moved since he made his advent into the world. Needless to say, he is very put out, and is laying for an opportunity to get even with me.

I don’t think Ann and her family will be in Portland very long this summer. Mr. Powell will be here in August, and they will then go South to build their new home. Me oh me, I wonder if I will ever be able to go down there and visit them. I certainly hope so.

Military camp starts the thirteenth of June, unless Prexy Roosevelt decides that he can’t spare the gold for us. If he does do such a thing, it will be too bad for me. I don’t know where I could get a job this late in the season. Let us hope that no such calamity befalls me.

I must get in a little studying this morning, so I will sign off for this time.

Love,

Brother