Stanford Student Letters and Memoirs

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[typed] Miriam braought back news from San Jose that Mr. Evans dropped dead right in front of our house on his way to church last Sunday morning. It was a stroke of paralysis. He was 80 yrs old. I had a letter from Gertrude saying next week she was coming up here to spend her vacation if she could find a convenient room and I am sure she can here in Roble for the Hall is not very full.

Dr. Jordan is back from his short Washington trip looking very well.

Now that this semester is so nearly closing the girls are beginning to see more clearly what they will be doing next year. Helen hopes to have a position to teach in the Sant Cruz high school for a year when she will go east to study in New York. Miriam will be home a year when she hopes to go east, and perhaps sooner. Alice Colt has applied for a school and Kitty Haskell and I are enthusiastic about teaching as soon as we can anywhere and anything and then soome fine I'll turn up east too. It is hard to see the girls go but it makes me in a hurry to take my degree too. Did I send you at Christmas time the little picture Helen and I had taken together? I have forgotten and if I didn't I am going to have some more finished up and can send one on to my dearest Nannie.

Bye bye your Rose.