Feb. 14, 1916 -
Rosemarie Boyle, you’re nothing less than an angel! Your beautiful valentine present just arrived and I can’t wait to say “Thank-you”. I won’t be fit to live with I know - I’ll be so conceited, for I have firmly determined to walk down the corridor with the pink bath towel conspicuously draped over my arm, a dozen times a day.
We’ve been so busy that I
I believe the last time I wrote I talked about going to West Point the following week. Well, I went and as usual had a beautiful time. I took Dorothy Copeland, a
We went to a basket-ball game
They had the hop in the evening.
Sunday morning we woke up at six with the Sunrise Gun. We were so peeved for of course we could not get to sleep again.
We went to chapel Sunday morning and sat in the front. I’m afraid Dorothy was not feeling very religious, she was too busy trying to discover from the braid on some man’s uniform, in what class he was.
The Juniors had their prom this last week-end and the rest of us were green with envy, so we decided to have a party too. Marian Stabler, Dot’s Sophomore sister, lives in North. Friday night the Juniors had informal dancing in all the halls so Marian had a brilliant idea. One of her friends has a room
Saturday Ruth Molter, the other
Saturday afternoon our class mascot, little Bobby Tonks, gave a birthday party and invited the whole Senior Class. One of the features was the moving pictures of the “Three Bears”. Prof. Tonks announced what was to happen for the benefit
Fortuna and I sewed like mad for two days this week making costumes for a Masquerade Ball, which the officers are giving at West Point this week. We are going to be chorus girls, with fluffy tarleton skirts. Fortuna’s dress is
I’m very much thrilled about it as I never have been to an officers’ hop. It will be such fun seeing real Army social life, though I’m sure it will be no more fun than the cadet hops are.
I have an essay to write, a German one, this hour so I had better start drafting. Thank-you many times for