January 11, 1920 [1921] Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I am going to see if I cannot type a letter without any mistakes even though I am going fast. I am getting entirely too 
careless. That is pretty good--only two mistakes. 
I am going over to Main to eat with Carolym Baily tonight. I mispelled her name, but that does not count. I suppose I 
will come back feeling dumb and dull, because she is so wonderful and I will naturally start "Woe is me"ing. 
I started my history topic yesterday. It is on the Philadelphia convention. It is not progressing any too rapidly. 
I have a Spanish conference tomorrow morning. 
Otherwise there is nothing new, except that I got no mail today. 
Love, 
Fannie