June 11, 1933 - Saturday

Baccalaureate was today and we put on our caps and gowns a second time. The service lasted about an hour and then Mom and I went to the Alpha Phi basement and packed until dinner.

Letter postmarked Eugene.

Dear Mr and Mrs. Hibbard,

When I got back from Portland yesterday I found a lovely package waiting for me and in it was the most beautiful pair of pajamas. They were sent to me for graduation from two of the nicest people I know. It certainly gives you a warm feeling around the heart when you are remembered by dear friends and I certainly want to thank those two friends of mine for their kind thought.

So many nice people remembered me. I am sure that it is much more than I deserve.

Late yesterday afternoon was the flower and fern parade. That is a ceremony in which the women that are graduating parade around the Pioneer Mother with flowers and ferns which are placed in an “O” around the foot of the statue. Then a program follows. I think it is a very impressive ceremony and I enjoyed it but a lot of people, particularly a certain blond I know, think that it is a lot of foolishness.

This morning we went to the Baccalaureate service and we heard a very good address by Dr. Anderson, the president of Linfield College. Instead of giving us the old speech about being about to embark on the great sea of life and take our place in the world he told us what was the matter with us and he did it in a vey entertaining manner.

Tomorrow by noon I will be graduated from this institution of higher learning. With all my knowledge I should be able to make a very fitting remark on the occasion but instead I feel sort of blank.

I don’t know when we will be in Portland because Mom doesn’t want to be in a hurry so it may be Tuesday or Wednesday before we leave here.

Thank you Mrs. Hibbard for taking June over to the lodge to dinner Sunday. She said she had a wonderful time.

I want to thank you two again for the gift and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your thought.

Love, Ann

Letter Postmarked Jun 11, 1933 Eugene Oregon

Addressed to GLH in Portland on Eugene Hotel letterhead

From AEP , Alpha Phi House

Dearest George,

We were leaving some letters here at the hotel and we found out that if I left a letter for you that you would get it tomorrow morning so I couldn’t resist the chance to tell you how much I love you and miss you. You will probably get this the same time that you get the one I wrote last night.

This afternoon I had planned to write you a long letter tonight but June wanted to go to a show and so we went down to Seamores and had dinner and then went to the show. We saw Robert Montgomery in “Hell Below”, a war picture. It seems to me that they are reviving war pictures. Doesn’t it seem as tho’ we had seen an awful lot of them lately?

This morning we went to Baccalaureate and heard one able address, if anybody should ask me. He was no dumb bunny.

This afternoon June and I sat in the sun and later I washed both of our heads and I did a good job of it, if I do say so myself.

If you go to camp on Tuesday and I don’t get to Portland until Wednesday when will I see you darling? Not until next Saturday? That would be terrible! Please write to me Monday and Tuesday, sweetheart because I miss you so much. O! darling, I just happened to remember. You said you would call me long distance at nine o’clock but was it Saturday or Sunday you said? I was there last night. O, I wonder if you called tonight and I wasn’t there? We only mentioned it once. I wonder if you remembered? I am going to be home at nine tomorrow night whether you call or not.

George how can I call you at camp? Can I get you on the phone? I want to call you as soon as I get to Portland.

The weather was hot here today. I wonder how it was in Portland. How do you feel darling, are you all over your cold, do you have any fever?

Jean gave Doro a silver chain bracelet with her initials on it and I noticed this morning that he was wearing her high school ring. Aren’t they funny? I would call that high schoolish but I suppose they are being different.

Do you think I am being catty? That’s what I would say to you so why shouldn’t I write it?

Every evening I seem to miss you more, dear. Maybe by this time you have got the idea that I miss you after filling three pages with it but don’t get the wrong idea because I miss you.

Mom is getting tired of waiting so I can’t fill any more pages with it. The writing is terrible I know dear but please try to forgive me.

Goodnight, lover

Ann