Stanford Student Letters and Memoirs

[written] 22

[typed] Saturday morning, April 10-97

My dear darling Nannie

I am just jumping up and down with delight. You are too dear for anything to send Lolie and me the shirt waists, and I was just thinking I never would have any more collars and I need them like fury - you act so sweet I am afraid your nieces will break you utterly - and the worst of it is I am standing on my head with joyful expectation of the box. Theodora is going to spend Easter with me so can the things down then. She will be tickled to death and I am so glad you sent the box to her 'cause it will be so jolly for her to get it. Of all things I wanted it was a petticoat - did I write you so or did you just know it? I was most out of those than anything. I hope the Mississippi floods have subsided for I can hardly wait.

Your letter was so interesting about being in New York. What a shame you missed Mrs Bliss but probably you have seen her by this time. I know th Catherine Adams the sister of the one who went with Marjorie Scott but never met Evangeline - doesn't it seem funny to think of going to Brazil just to sing ! Yes Theodora got the National Cloaks Cos. catalogue and we both liked the suits ever so much. I shall look up no. 21. Yes indeed isn't Maggie Scott magnificient? What a shame you should have been ill but it is a blessing you had such good weather to be sick in.

Summer has come here - it is a perfectly darling day - the air is so soft and caressing and the birds and the poppies look so happy. I was so amused at what you said about Waldo Williams. He is in the University now - when we had the last Shakespeare examination that was such a stunner I felt as if I should walk out of the room a la Waldo which expressed just the feeling all of the class had afterwards when we compared notes. I have a very vivid picture of the kind of a man Mr. Jackson is - I am so glad you have had such a pleasant visit. Gertrude is spending today with precious Lolie and tomorrow comes here to spend her vacation - of course I am delighted. I love to think of you in the heliotrope gown. How stylish it must be this year when that color is so much the thing. Epsilon Chi loves you ever so much and I am always forgetting to send the messages Marylyn Main, Miriam and the girls send.

Last night was the night of the Glee club concert in the chapel I believe I told you Mr. Pitcher called and asked me to go but I was so gladI didn't, for yesterday I accepted an invitation to subsitute for Kitty Haskell to go to a little welsh rarebit party at Mr. Nash's bachelor quarters in Encina. He is the librarian now, and was the Stanford's private secretary. Mr. and Mrs. Hodges - the architect and his wife - Marylynne and Kittie were invited but Kittie had a tooth ache and put a porous plaster on the outside of her face and let it stay too long so has been wretched ever since and could not go last night. So I went in her place although I know the Hodges very slightly and had never met Mr. Nash but we had such a jolly time. The curator of the museum Mr. Schlopbach - was the other gentleman. We played six handed euchre and then went into another room - the guest chamber of Encina - where a table set for six and we made rarebit and had patties, stuffed olives, fruit and candy till the lights went out. It was truly unique and very enjoyable, especially to as Mr. Schlopbach has not been in this country very long and has a strange and wonderful uncommand of the language which was very funny. He is the best curator the museum has ever had, and knows everything. He came home with us and told about his travels in a very interesting way. Mr. Nash is a fierce looking