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Eldridge, Muriel (Tilden) | to Mother, circa 23 September 1911

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1911-09-23T00:00:01Z-1911-09-23T23:59:59Z
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VC 1914
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vassar:56112,Box 49; VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001
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: VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001_001
Vassar - 101 Main
[Sept. 23, 1911]

Hello - Mother, dear - 
    As you plainly see, I “cabbaged” a couple of sheets of letter-paper at the last minute so as to be able to write you tonight.
    Train got in at about 5:10 - of course, I went right out to college by trolley - paid my little 290, got my keys and took possession of my room. My sakes! If I don’t clean house when my trunk comes it will be because the maid

 


: VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001_002
got after the floor first. From all appearances I should say that the room had been done over during the summer (it is now a creamy Tan plastery stuff) and there are still traces of kalsomine etc on the floor. I’ve killed a moth, two queer looking bugs, a flu, and a dozen or so mosquitoes so far.
    Well, to resume - I landed in 101 Main about 5:45 and dressed for supper (just for interest let me add that - I washed my face with a h’c’h’f and some almond crea as I had no soar, no toures, no nothing in my suit-case). Then I piled me upstairs to the dining-room but the sight of some three or four hundred faces was too much for little Moya especially considering the fact that she didn’t belong to any bunch - so she returned to 101,

 


: VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001_003
ate three plums and a pear and let it go at that. Wish I had some alcohol, chocolate and the rest of the fixings for a cup of hot cocoa before I g.b. There, I’ve just taken my cough-dope and paid a little call at the instigation of my friend, C.O. Magnesia.
    Chapel at seven, as usual - sat alone (also - as usual). Prexy made quite a welcming speech to the new freshman

 


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but otherwise there was no change in the regular routine.
    I have completely unpacked my huge box (There were no bath towels in it either!) and have things practically all in their places. I hoodooed another Sophomore into selling me a tea-table, shirt-waist box and table-desk all for $6.75 - some bargainist-hunter? No if my trunk only comes tomorrow I’ll be O.K.

 


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Now, Mother-mine, tell me - do you really want me to take vocal lessons? Would it not be better to wait until second semester as I did last year with the piano and start this semester with only the piano extra? I am taking it for granted that you want me to start that immediately. Am I right?
    Dot. Smith nabbed me after chapel to see about having a song-practice tomorrow morning at 9:00. That means that she and I have a little private rehearsal at 8:30.
    Here’s just one other little scrap of news and then I must fall in line (or over, - one). Main has been wired with electricity! What will the girls do who used to boil their tea over their

 


: VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001_006
study lamps?
    Work can’t begin soon enough to suit me - having nothing to do certainly is a miserable situation. Ted Corey is right across the hall from me - that’s one consolation. Glad Lyall says Marjorie Lane is more hopeless than ever.I haven’t seen her of course I’m all broken up over the fact. Still I reckon I’ll survive. Hastily, sleepily an lovingly
    Muriel.

 


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[left margin of page 5]

Please send me a box of anti-kamnia

 


: VCL_Letters_Eldridge-Muriel-Tilden_1911-09_1911-11_049_001_008
[sophomore year]

POUGHKEEPSIE, N.Y>
1 - - PM
SEP 23-11

Mrs. B.O. Tilden
291 Westminster Road
Brooklyn, N.Y.