Postmarked Sept 12, Berkeley Calif.
TO GLH – Portland
From AEP – Berkeley
Tuesday
George darling,
Last night I went to a show with Tom and it was so late when
we got home that I didn’t write you last night but the letter I am writing now
will get there just as soon. This morning before I started to write I got your
letter written the day after convention. Darling, I am so thrilled for you! I
know how much the Thayer Trophy means to you! Now I should think you would want
a new lodge more than ever. You will be sitting on the top of the campus this
year. That will be a wonderful inspiration to the kids that do come back to
rush their heads off and heaven only knows how any darn rushee can resist you.
Sweetheart, thank you and thank you for those precious
little turtles! I think they are darling. They came yesterday safe and sound
they are very lively and try to get out all the time. The postman as well as
the whole household is very interested in them. Instead of just leaving them at
the door he rang the bell six times and told us that we better put them in
water right away. He wanted to know who the heck I was that I got letters every
day and packages from Chicago. I saved the little boxes so that I can take them
up to the Lake and up there I will get a proper aquarium for them. Their
present home is a washbasin in the sun. But now darling, we have a problem on
our hands. What are we going to name the babies? They ought to have dignified
names, don’t you think? Because they are so composed and unflustered. Something
like Archibald and Matilda, Lovictor and Elizabeth or Percy and Pauline. You
must consider all the possibilities and send me the results of your concentration.
Last night (I think I told you) Tom and I had planned to see
Harriett Hanson but Tom went by there on the way over here and there wasn’t
anybody home. So he called up this Ike
Clay and we went to the show with him and his best friend’s girl friend. Tom
said they were both wolfing. Tom said if I was coming down for the weekend
sometime to be sure and let him know and he would think up something for us to
do. He is certainly doing his duty by me. He said tho’ before he took me out
again he was going to write that letter that he owed you to ease his
conscience.
I am so glad that you got your loan, over. It is certainly a
relief and on such liberal terms. Chi Psi is surely a wonderful fraternity and
I am glad that I belong. They know a good man when they see one.
Yes, dear. Life is real and life is earnest but we’ll stick
it out. My days in Berkely are numbered and when Mom came back from Lakeport
she was quite blue about the situation. Pop may get a car down in LA and if he
does I will drive one of the cars back. Quite a jump, what you think? I know
the future is pretty black right now, dear, but I think we are equal to it,
don’t you lover?
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