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Dearest family
Many pleasant things have happened to me since I wrote to you last. First, I have heard two lovely concerts, the first given by Misses Carmela and Grazia Carbone of the Boston symphony orchestra, the songs all being Italian; the second concert was “Mr Arthur Whiting in a recital of his vocal
Miss Marguerite Lemon (sop)
Miss Marguerite Hall (con)
Mr John Young (tenor)
Mr Francis Rogers (baritone).”
This concert was perfectly charming! The words of the songs were most of them by Kipling and Oliver Herford. The two hits of the evening were Fuzzy Wuzzy by the baritone and Marguerite Lemon in some of Herford’s
This was on Friday night. When I came back to Raymond Emily Welch (junior, one of the best actors in college, awfully nice) hailed me on the stairs with “congratulations”! “What for” says I. “You were elected a member of Omega to night” says she. Hip Hooray. Omega, I’d have ye know is the best of the four
societies here. Chapters as they are called of the big Phil. alethean society to which anyone may belong. Maybe I’m not pleased!
Yesterday morning at half past eight exactly, six of us set on the walk I told you we had planned to take. There ere Alethea Pattison (seniors, hence chaperone, a perfect dear), Margaret Tucker (awfully nice and clever Massachusetts girl)
After we left the monastery we walked on and our thirst grew
apace. We wanted some cider. We met a nice man raking leaves. He said “Why if you want some cider to drink just go to my wife Mrs Acherty, tell her I sent you, and she’ll give you all you want.” So we went to his little farm house and got a whole big pitcher of lucious[luscious] sweet cider, and she wouldn’t take a cent for it. Just as we were
We ate them and then walked on, or ran, skipped, and jumped on, till we came to a little town Hyde Park. We didn’t stop there, but took note of the old houses with brass door knockers, and other evidence of antiquity.
We didn’t want to come
back by the same route. The Hyde Park road though parallel with the river is separated from it by these great estates, and we wondered if there wasn’t a path right along by the river, so we went to a little cottage and rang the bell. A most delightful lady opened the door. She said there was such a path but she feared
Oh yes, one more thing happened to me yesterday. Constance Warren on account of ill health resigned her position of “representative of 3rd corridor Raymond”
and I was elected to take her place, so you can imagine me after this keeping peace and order, calling down juniors who make too much noise, and in fact enforcing all the laws of the Student’s Association, [ahem]. It is a difficult and responsible position and one has to be exceedingly tactful, especially if one is a sophomore and most of the other people on one’s corridor are juniors—but don’t you care.
This morning I heard a wonderful sermon by Lyman Abbot. He was here last Sunday too, morning and evening, and in a few minutes I am going again to hear him. He is unlike any minister I ever heard. He is so smart and strong, he says things so simply and so well.
This afternoon Polly
her to ask us and I know we shall have a fine time and best of all a good home dinner. I’d have written to ask permission but she asked me so late that there wasn’t time, and I knew you wouldn’t mind my spending the day there. +++++++++ After chapel.
Dr Abbot was oh so fine. He is to be here next Sunday
One more thing before I close this lengthy epistle—it is a scheme which Ruth, Ernestine, Alethea, and I have planned four ourselves and which we are dying to carry out if it meets with the approval of Ruth’s family and mine. Ruth, Alethea, and I have never seen Niagara Falls, and what we want to do is for the four of us to
Farewell,
Slews of love, Peg.
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Long walk 22 miles
Joe Jefferson “The Rivals”
POUGHKEEPSIE NOV 24 930A[M] 1902 N.Y.
Mr Joseph P. Shipp
Miss Ship
1010 N. Delaware St
Indianapolis
Indiana.
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