June 29, 1933 - Thursday

It makes it so late getting back that George said he wouldn’t come in again this week even if Stan did. So I won’t see him again until Saturday evening.

Letter from Ann to George:

Dearest George,

This will be the last letter I’ll write to you while you are at the rifle range. You will get this Friday but I’m afraid you would not get one Saturday.

Last night we went for a ride with your mother and father. We almost came up to see you but your father wasn’t sure where it was so we went for a longer ride along the Columbia on the Washington side and your father let me drive going up. I think he was kind of nervous tho’ because altho’ he didn’t say anything he sort of quietly suggested that he drive back. I know my mother was nervous. She took up her post as back seat driver as soon as I got behind the wheel.

The funniest thing happened when we started out. Mom and I have been eating onions and when we went down to the car we were chewing frantically on peppermint candy. We got in the car and your mother was chewing gum and she explained right away that they had had garlic on their chops. Mom and I just howled. Then we explained our situation and they laughed, too.

The Alpha Phi picnic was lots of fun. It was out at Lake Oswego. The water was perfect. I swam until I was exhausted. I haven’t had such a good swim in years. We had about five darling little rushes with us. Mary MacCraken is coming down to school this fall. If she doesn’t pledge Alpha Phi I know a good many people that will be very much crushed. She is so darling. Maybe Ruth and Mary Dixon are coming down, too.

Darling I don’t want to go to California! I have to get a job here in Portland. Your father said he would see a man at J.K.Gill about me when we were on our ride last night and he said he knows the head of the book department at Meier & Franks. There may not be anything in it but my hope goes shooting every time.

Hurry up and come home, dear. I will be waiting for you to pick me up at about 12:30. That’s right, isn’t it?

I love you, sweetheart. Annie

Jane's Notes: The diary gets very spotty in July and there are no supporting letters since everyone was in Portland together. So you should expect two to five day stretches with no entries. The next posting is July 1, then not again until July 4, etc.