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December 7, 1920
Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
I am sorry you missed a letter from me, Pete. Aren't you always talking about the inferiority of the post-office service in your part of the country? Then why blame me, when I am not at fault?
I got your telegram this afternoon. I was afraid you would put things up to me. The reason I telegraphed last night was that I thought Father might have a preference one way or the other, and was not mentioning it so as to see what I wanted to do. I haven't time to go into detail, but I am not sufficiently anxious to go to Atlantic to stay away from you, Mother. After all, vacation is a little less than three weeks, and it will go pretty fast. It will be nicer to be together, Since there is to be very little doing at home, I will be able to rest all right.
I have a terrifice amount of work to do. Not exaggerating, I don't see how I can finish if I stay up until midnight every night until vacation time. Debate takes up a fiendish amount of time. We spent two hours working up our side this afternoon and two hours in another practice debate. In other words from one-thirty to five-thirty. That is where my history topic went. I worked on it for a while tonight.
I also called Aunt Bessie up. All the kids are going home on the eleven-thirty. The men come out to college tomorrow to take orders. The Hellers are so strong on last minute messages, and I have no time to waste, so I thought I would call them up and be through with the arrangements then and there. I will go down either on the eleven-thirtyleight or the noon special, check my bag at the Pennsylvania, and go out to Woodmere. I am anxious to see the kids again anyhow. I will take dinner there, and they will see that I land safely at the Pennsylvania station. I will come home with Elizabeth Dinkey, at least we are going to order our berths in the same car. There will be absolutely no necessity for your staying over to take me home, Father. [handwritten] If these [plans] meet with your disapproval, let me know.
Your half-dead Erickeloo.
The final debaters will be announced tomorrow.
I have a beautiful cold, in spite of all antidote attempts. It was coughed at me for two hours yesterday - I couldn't very well miss it.
Oh, for my good old bed at home in ten days!
Pete, don't take the evils of the world too seriously. There are a few good people in it, you know. The Aarons are still around - and Sammy G.
Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
I am sorry you missed a letter from me, Pete. Aren't you always talking about the inferiority of the post-office service in your part of the country? Then why blame me, when I am not at fault?
I got your telegram this afternoon. I was afraid you would put things up to me. The reason I telegraphed last night was that I thought Father might have a preference one way or the other, and was not mentioning it so as to see what I wanted to do. I haven't time to go into detail, but I am not sufficiently anxious to go to Atlantic to stay away from you, Mother. After all, vacation is a little less than three weeks, and it will go pretty fast. It will be nicer to be together, Since there is to be very little doing at home, I will be able to rest all right.
I have a terrifice amount of work to do. Not exaggerating, I don't see how I can finish if I stay up until midnight every night until vacation time. Debate takes up a fiendish amount of time. We spent two hours working up our side this afternoon and two hours in another practice debate. In other words from one-thirty to five-thirty. That is where my history topic went. I worked on it for a while tonight.
I also called Aunt Bessie up. All the kids are going home on the eleven-thirty. The men come out to college tomorrow to take orders. The Hellers are so strong on last minute messages, and I have no time to waste, so I thought I would call them up and be through with the arrangements then and there. I will go down either on the eleven-thirtyleight or the noon special, check my bag at the Pennsylvania, and go out to Woodmere. I am anxious to see the kids again anyhow. I will take dinner there, and they will see that I land safely at the Pennsylvania station. I will come home with Elizabeth Dinkey, at least we are going to order our berths in the same car. There will be absolutely no necessity for your staying over to take me home, Father. [handwritten] If these [plans] meet with your disapproval, let me know.
Your half-dead Erickeloo.
The final debaters will be announced tomorrow.
I have a beautiful cold, in spite of all antidote attempts. It was coughed at me for two hours yesterday - I couldn't very well miss it.
Oh, for my good old bed at home in ten days!
Pete, don't take the evils of the world too seriously. There are a few good people in it, you know. The Aarons are still around - and Sammy G.
