Sunday afternoon
Dearest Mamie
Edio certainly did seem to enjoy herself here, and I’m mighty sure I enjoyed having her here. There hasn’t been a particle of excitement for ever so long. Everyone is digging for semester exams.
I saw a funny little play copied from the Harvard


Lampoon the other day:-- Scene - Inferno, time - any old, characters, Shakespeare, Dante, Schiller, Racine and others. They are lamenting the fact that their works are no longer appreciated in the world and here is Dante’s speech which I happen to remember: “Inferno! Towhalts low depths have I sunk?
De Harvarda student he tinks me punk
He saya me bad
He maka me mad
He treats me like a hand organa monk!”


to which Racine replies
“Oui [Monseer],
Same chose here.”
I was reelected corridor representative last Friday and that is absolutely all that has happened. I’ve been skating some, swimming some, and feasting some - et c’est tons.
Well I can just picture the Swifts ha! ha! dancing ha! ha! ha! It is too much. If we ever get asked to be one of their -- dancing struggles -- shall we say? I will go up.
Bien, il me faut stopped.
Toujours a toi
Peg.


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POUGHKEEPSIE, N.Y. JAN 18 6PM 1903
Miss Shipp
1010 N. Delaware St
Indianapolis
Indiana.
Eloise [left]
Her [unclear] [try in her letter]


INDIANAPOLIS, IND. JAN 19 1130PM 1903