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Nov 17, 1901
Dearest Mamie,
Do you realize that it is only four weeks and five days until I shall get home? It won’t be so very long now for thanksgiving will sort of break into the time and make it go faster.
Friday night, Polly, or Polybins Popkins as I call her now, and I went to a lecture delivered in the chapel by a Mr Scott of the University of Michigan on “The Reading of a Newspaper.”
It was very good indeed. We were pretty sleepy by the time it was over though for we had had a splendid game of hockey in the afternoon, and there is nothing like good, hard, exercise in cold, bracing air, to make one drowsy. My dear, who do you think the most beautiful, most charming, and most stunning person in Vassar College is? One of the gymnastic instructors. She isn’t the formless, thin-haired, lobster that most
gym instructors are, but she is very young, has black hair, gray eyes, and very white skin without any pink in it. She is tall, and her physique is perfect. The other two gym instructors are not so pretty but terribly nice!
Talking about nice things, wasn’t it perfectly great for Margie Taylor to do so well in Chicago - Quite an [honor] for the GCS n’est-ce pas?
Yesterday morning I tried on my dress and it was all right and just the right length. In the
afternoon Polybins and I took a glorious walk, and just happened to strike another apple orchard. Ha! Ha!
After dinner there was the greatest commotion among us girls that you ever heard of - From the different rooms of the mansion there issued forth yells of pain and anguish. Loud and prolonged they were, and now and then a shriek of laughter rang through the ancestral halls. These last came from those acting as ladies in
Waiting. The yells of pain came from those victims who were being laced into their graduating dresses, not worn since last June. Cerene Ohr simply couldn’t get hers fastened and had to wear something else at the last minute! Fortunately mine was all right, but I give you fair warning now that all my clothes will have to be let out when I come home. The skirt to my tailor-made is so
tight around the waist, that it is a caution to cats! And so is my black skirt.
Well, when at last we were all arrayed in our spendor, we set out and sought out our hostesses. I found Marie in her room getting into a pretty, simple white dress trimmed with white ribbon. She looked perfectly dear, and she is a dear! I think she is just about the nicest girl I know. Then we went for Miss Warren, my Latin teacher, whom
Marie had also invited. Have I told you about how much I like her? Well, I do like her, the best of all my instructors. She is shy, awkward, and rather hard to talk to outside of class, but in class she is charming. She uses without exception the most perfect English of anyone I know, and there isn’t anything she doesn’t know about the subject!
When we got to Phil Hall, the sophomore pres. made a little speech, and Margaret Flemming, our
president answered her, and she did our class proud. Then there were two songs, one by the soph glee club, t’other by ours, and both were certainly splendid. Then we danced and ate. I have kept of course all the programs and things that I get to show you Xmas. There isn’t much else to say except that I had a perfectly lovely time, and am to day a very very tired little Peggie.
Latin teacher.
POUGHKEEPSIE, N.Y. NOV 17 7P[M] 1901
Miss Shipp
1010 N. Del. St
Indianapolis
Indiana
NOV 10 1[0]AM ‘01