December 26, 1933 - Tuesday

Dear George - 

Your grades just came in this morning so I am sending them to you post-haste: Procedure, B - Contracts, B - Crim. Law, C - Torts, C - Legal Bibliography, C.

I am so proud of you I am about to pop. Do you know what? There was one A, two Be’s, nineteen flunks, and eighteen D’s in Procedure. Isn’t that awful - and here you are with one of the two B’s! I am afraid that quite a few of the first year men flunked out.

Have a grand vacation and don’t get too swelled up over these marvelous grades.

Frances

December 12, 1933 - Tuesday

My darling,

This time next week I will have been with you two blessed beautiful days. O darling, it is so wonderful. Thank you so much for the letter, it was such a joy. It was almost like seeing you again after you had gone home for a week-end when I stayed at school. Maybe I can’t ask you not to wear your self out but please, please don’t collapse completely because I want a couple of strong arms to go around me when I step out of the car in front of your house. I am afraid that Pop and June will have to put me into a straight jacket from the time we bit Portland until we get to your house.

I am enclosing a poem that I found today that I couldn’t resist sending. Now don’t lose it because I am going to ask for it back when I get up to Portland. This afternoon I finished my formal and it doesn’t look like a bathing suit with a skirt on it any longer. It has become quite modest in it’s old age. I will be busy everyday until I leave but the old adage about busy hands making time fly doesn’t seem to work for me, everyday just seems to drag.  If the snow is very bad we may be delayed but heaven for bid! The ride will be long enough as it is. I love you, sweetheart and I’ll see you very, very soon.

Ann

December 11, 1933 - Monday

My darling,

This will be the last letter I will send to Eugene to you before I see you again. This should get to you by Friday morning but you can’t trust these darn mails. Anyway I will mail my tomorrow night’s letter to Portland. Sweet heart, the day after you get that letter I will be with you! Isn’t it thrilling? It thrills me down to my toes! I love you so much! By the time you get his you should be thru most of your exams. Darling, don’t be discouraged as I know you are apt to be. I am sure you made a good showing for yourself. With all that studying you couldn’t help it. And next time you will be on to all the tricks and besides so much of your competition will be gone not that that will make it much easier but it will help wont’ it? I do wish I could be there with you. I don’t think so much concentration on law is good for you. Now by the time I get there Sunday I want you to get all that law out of your septum that you are so saturated with and concentrate on me. After I have been there over a week I will let you tell me about it. Isn’t that sweet of me?

I have been sewing on my formal today and I think it is going to look all right but you can’t see it until the evening of the grand affair. And believe me “ I want to dance with the guy that brings me”. Lover, I can’t think or talk about anything else than coming up to see you. I don’t know what’s happening around here and I don’t care.

I love you, good night

Ann

December 10, 1933 - Sunday

A letter for George from home:

Hello Dear:

Mrs. McC received your letter last evening, upon her return home from the day in her office, too late perhaps to help you Saturday, but she is working for you the rest of the time.  I am glad you wrote her. There isn’t any power on earth that can suppress, or nullify the Divine Power. Every single so-called material law, is rendered null and void by the law of God. Every time we make a demonstration, we have utterly destroyed the material law about it, proving that this material law has no foundation, it cannot confound you, you have dominion over it. God designates, leads and illuminates your way, and you do reflect his unerring direction. You are the  child of light, not of darkness. You are receptive to God’s thoughts and these ideas supply your every need, each hour of today, for He owns each waiting hour.

Dad and I went to church today, the First Church. It is a beautiful day and we are going later on out to Lil & Vic’s for dinner, but I am thinking of you dear, and knowing that Mind sustains, and maintains you eternally. You are alert to every opportunity, you have infinite capacity to perform and perfect, whatever it is your duty to do, this day. Mind never sleeps, but rests in action.

A Mrs. Von Der Hellen phoned here last evening to know about the Powells. She had not heard from them since they left here and I gave her their address. I told her they will be here soon and she is expecting June to stop with them.

Love and kisses dear.

Mother

December 9, 1933 - Sunday

George darling,

Just think! The letter I write tomorrow night will be about the last one I will send to Eugene. That does make it sound close doesn’t it? As a matter of fact it is a week from this morning that we start and a week from tomorrow night that I will be with you again! O’ It will be heaven. I have been mending up my hose and clothes today. Got a long letter from Doro today just full of news and she said that both Johnny Gould and Bob Tuinrn will be up for the ball. I’ll finish this tomorrow, dear. I am so sleepy tonight. I couldn’t mail it until tomorrow afternoon anyway.

Sunday

We didn’t get into town today and I have been so busy that I didn’t add anything to this letter before tis evening. This morning I mended stockings and that’s no easy job when the holes are as big as they are in mine. This afternoon I made a “devils food” cake and mended my blouse. That doesn’t sound like much but it certainly has kept me busy all day. Now I have to get my underwear in order and then fix my formal and then I will be ready to go and I have to wait clear until next Saturday.  I think Pop has about decided to go by way of the Siskues. I know that’s spelled wrong. Darling, it makes me so impatient to have to wait. The closer it comes the harder it is to wait. I’ll send you another letter tomorrow at school and Tuesday night I write to Portland.

Good night, lover, I love you

Ann

Postmarked Dec. 9, 1933

To GLH: 1367 Alder St, Eugene, Or

From Mrs. Nellie McCune, C. S., 833 NE Schuyler St, Waldorf Court Apt. No. 11, Portland Oregon

Dec. 8, 1933

Dear friend George:

I am standing by and we do know the claim of mesmerism is only the fog – do not see it as a permanent or real condition. It has only as much reality as you give it. Your body is governed by divine mind and no error can take away your true sense of that consciousness.

God is your strength, your energy, your inspired thought! Open the Text-book and let it cleanse all channels of thinking. Truth and Love heal.

The human mind conjures up this discord and the application of the right Mind of God clears it.

Truth has done the work and fear cannot reverse or transpose from the facts of Being. You are not flesh and blood --- you are the mental image of your Maker – does your Maker, Creator know of impurity? NO and neither can you!

We shall be so happy to have you call when you are home again. Let me know how things are going.

I shall also do some work for the test you are to have nxt week. Do not dread it. You have the same mind that asks the questions and therefore can know the perfect answer.

Sincerely, Nellie McCune