Stanford Student Letters and Memoirs

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[typed] terday, I took luncheon at Mrs. Dunne's with Bessie Blossom-it seemed natural to see the Andersons, Howards, Hudson, and Mrs. Gilken and Miss Hardy all at their old place. Mrs. Dunn inquired for you very particularly. Bessie is such a dear girl. She has just given me such a beautiful picture of herself - as soon as I can part with it I'll send it to you. To-morrow I'll see Fred Schneider about Ed's address. Prepare Elsie for Ed's oddities or they may startle her. The dinner gong has just screamed in the hall so I'll say byebye now and add anything more that I think of- Oh we play whist every night - Theodora, Helen Younger, Alice Colt and I.

Ed's address is 329 Lexington Ave, New York

No more news,

Yours-

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[typed] Monday Morning

It was a tie! Wasn't it too bad that we didn't win, but we came very near it, five minutes before time was called, the score was six to nothing in our favor. All the girls are back now after their outing, and everyone is glad to be back again in Roble. Thanksgiving night the girls roasted apples, cracked nuts and told stories. Saturday night they gave a very informal dance and I wore my dear little fresh dinite sans guimpe and had a lovely time. I enjoyed my vacation very much and got my mending all done and my story copied for miss Hardy and a table cover almost done.of Madge's Christmas. Poor Lolie didn't have a very good time in the city, but her sealskin collarette was a great success. The next three week's are to very full of exams and hard work. Don't worry about us, our eyes are all right and we never think of them. We have Pippa Passes next Sunday. Anderson does not like and compares his love with the love portrayed in Shakespeare's sonnets - sonnet 81 - (I think he ( ) talked too much to be a true man. In French Rev. we have been studying the writers of the period + Voltaire, Rousseau, Diderot and Montesque - now bye-bye.

Yours...Toodles

[written] '96 p. 13 8 [typed] May

My dear Nannie--

This Fr. Revolution lecture is awfully stupid, even though it is the next to the last, and I am going to take the notes in paper transferable to you. You would laugh if you knew the way I write to you nowadays. In Eng.11--the short story class, we have had to write letters, so I always write to you except on theme paper, & then, of course I can't realize that you don't get them. Last night I dropt into the funniest lecture by a railroad official I fancy in the Canadian Pacific Railway. The lantern slides were beautiful & recalled vividly the trip home. But the lecture was ludicrous, nearly all dialect poetry. The past week has gone quickly--have been writing my Danton paper for Dr. Howard. I am sick and tired of it. Last week was Rose Carnival in San Jose. Stanford day was the great day, & of course we carried off the honors, beat Berkely etc. To-day there is fraternity initiation, and the boys are going around with white cotton gloves on, fishing in the middle of the dry quadrangle, patroling the arcades with mock uniforms & brooms and doing all imaginable nonsense. I think I have told Miss Hardy all your news but I musn't forget to tell you about the loveliest old bridge & stream right near--if only we had found it last summer. The days are perfect now & this morning is the happiest day since May. Poor Meriam Maclaren has had to go home with a carbuncle on her nose. I am afraid she will miss the Commencement week fun. Ed.Schneider is home with Edith Barfield. I haven't seen him yet out here he looks badly, having lost most of his hair.

Bye-bye Toodles.