Stanford Student Letters and Memoirs

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[typed] Easter--April 4, 1896 Stanford University, Cal.

My dearest Nannie--

We are certainly "fandin villarus", but I thought Theodora wrote last week and it seems she didn't. This has been a cloudy April Easter, but we had such a beautiful service over at Palo Alto. Thoroughly simple and unostentatious, very different from Dr. Wakefield's wild Easter maneouvers. A very large congregation heard a very excellent sermon. There was good violin music by one of the boys--Mr.Brimton who is just bubbling over with music and is going to play for me sometime soon. So many of the boys go[written] to Mr. Bates church; it is strange to see such masculine predominance. At the parties there will be a whole room full of men who can't get their programs filled--wouldn't San Jose be appalled at such a spectacle? The invitation I wanted to accept for the Sophomore was Mr. Phillip Abbot's--a very handsome very musical young person who is in nearly all my classes and who sent me the lovely violets when I was ill- he is to be my escort to the senior party. During vacation I didn't accomplish much; got my thesis written but not copied yet. A week ago Saturday I went down to the city to get my skirt that Cūillran made, fixed, and also to get me an every day hat-- succeeded in getting a rough gray straw walking shape, that was very becoming and light, the only difficulty is that I am afraid it will become common as there are two or three on the quadrangle already. It goes very preetily with my gray shirt waists--the colored ones (shirtwaists) Theodora did not have made up at San Jose as we could wait till the vacation and make them ourselves better. Your sample of the plaid waist is so pretty and rich looking. What a time Aunt Tad's fritters had! You don't know how you starve us by writing of the good things you make to eat. Our board is not bad though, especially as we have such a good waiter, he left our table for a while and to our great protest said that "some of the young ladies had gotten troublesome" we felt so badly that April Fool's Day we changed over to the table where he was serving, he was so pleased that the next morning he came back to us and told me he thought he would fool us and he has stayed ever since, and we are delighted at the success of our joke. The Said Pasha opera is getting very interesting, it is to be given next Friday and Saturday and will be very pretty (Ithink. The Junior Farce is also rehearsing every day now too, so my study is taking rather of a back seat. Last Tuesday, Chancey M. Deperd addressed the students--every one liked him very much but he didn't say a single thing and complimented the "co-eds" and didn't know a thing about the university. He was accompanied by Cornelius Vanderbilt who was the worst looking man I ever saw. To-day I got such a beautiful Easter gift from Marguerite. Michel Angelo's sonnets translated by John Addington Seymonds, & exquisitely bound in vellum--a Drxcy production. It was such a surprise and so beautiful-- I never was more pleased in my life.

We got a letter from Fred the other day, saying that John Hawks and his brother Dan walked in upon him, John demanding lunch--he is ravenously hungry all the time. Fred went to Stockton with them, and through a friend of Fred's, got the very best of apartments at the Clark Asylum and the best of service, leaving John very comfortable. Fred said that cousin John was just like a child, when thwarted in anything becoming violent, and believing himself a millionaire all the time. He got away from them twice on the trip but did no damage and was found again--once at night on board the boat when he was trying to get into the different state-rooms in his night clothes to get oranges, [written:] (he ate 1 1/2 doz. when Fred found him) [typed:] and once at Stockton as soon as the boat landed he went up into the