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Dearest Mamie
Where is my Sunday letter? And why haven’t I gotten a letter from you in I don’t know how long?
I haven’t a thing to write about. I had Claribel Kahn to dinner with me to day and have just washed my hair. Tuesday I am going to dinner with Nora Taggart. Yesterday I read about seventy pages of a
Last night M. Starr had some eats and I ate so much that I feel a little headachey to day, so perhaps that is the reason that I did not enjoy Bishop Satarly (can’t spell it) of Washington in chapel this morning, but I didn’t and I thought he looked ridiculous in his bishop’s garb of black, white, red, and orange, and we knelt and rose till I was simply exhausted. I shall go to prayer meeting to night and get some simple religion.
How is daddykins. Give him just slews of love
With love to yourself
Peg.
Here is a letter I’ve just gotten from Hilda, and I think it worthy of her, generous and sincere. I am as sorry as she if there is to be a break in her friendship with Eloise. Eloise in her letter to me asked me if I knew that Hilda had deserted Miss Colgan, and I wrote her a twenty page letter, ignoring the question entirely. It was so
Send Hilda’s letter
Farewell
Peg.
When girls go home for Christmas vacation
The railroads give them a rebate
But when they go to argumentation
The railroads give them a debate.
And here is another of hers, a parody on the song called “On a Sunday afternoon” -- over.
On next Friday afternoon
Would I were in Greenland or far away
In Africa’s forests or Hudson’s Bay --
On next Friday afternoon
You will see this maiden swoon!
Not a thought in my head,
And I’ll wish I were dead,
On next Friday afternoon.
I knew a young person at noontide
Who in a large pudding her spoon plied
A most terrible pain
Drove her nearly insane
And in a hospital she soon died.
Eloise + Hilda + Miss Colgan
OCT 19 - 1902
POUGHKEEPSIE, N.Y. OCT 20 5[PM] 1902
Miss Shipp
1010 N. Delaware St
Indianapolis
Indiana