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Dearest Mamie
Well, it pays in a way to be disabled. I have been given this week by various of my friends two boxes of Swiss Sweet chocolate, a box of Huyler’s, grape fruit, oranges, a plate of fudge, a plate of molasses candy, and a lovely bunch of flowers! Yesterday, being tired of staying in the house and not being able to trot around in the snow, I went for
Polly, poor child, is in the infirmary with quinzy, and Sally Duke is there too. The latest news from Cerene is that she will be back after semesters.
I’ve been having such a good time to day reading Maeterlinck. I’ve read three hundred pages of French in two days -- how is that? I’ve just finished such an extraordinary play -- La Princesse Maleine! I was a good deal relieved to find how true a critic of his own characters Maeterlinck is, when in a preface to one of his volumes of plays he says he knows that the characters often seem like “somnambulists who are a little deaf.” Alas though -- they say that Maeterlinck is married, has an automobile and is ceasing to be a “mystic” any longer!
That was a very nice note from
Dora which you sent me, and the one from Mr Ross is delightful.
My French is going to be quite nice next semester I think. It is both a reading and writing course. I don’t know that I shall care particularly for Miss Epler, but I always like French. The reading will I fancy be very easy for me. We shall study French literature of the eighteenth century -- Le Sage, Voltaire,
I really oughtn’t to sit here writing to you -- I have enough to do to turn one’s hair green! But I’m
Well, once more must I tackle “What is Art?” My but that Tolstoi man is interesting.
Lots of love to you and dad
Peg.
++++ Sunday -- not that I have anything to say, but here goes. Rudge came over for dinner to day and afterwards we read the Land of Heart’s Desire aloud. It positively bewitches me. Betty, the naughty child, keeps calling the author “The Martyr Mystic,” or “Yeats
the Yellow Yearner.” After our reading and talking we went for a little walk. Then I met two nice freshmen whom I know, Louise McNeal and Margaret Lamby, and brought them in to five o’clock tea. The new apron was a prominent feature of the entertainment. Now it is supper time and I am tired and cross. I am somewhat consoled though when I see and smell the sweet bunch of narcissus that
I’ve used my banjo quite a little since I brought it back. Fanny Bell and I play together,
Bien, I have to go to chapel, worse luck, and right after that I’m going to bed, so bonne nuit.
Toujours a toi
Peg.
Here is a picture of Lincoln-Douglas. Isn’t he sweet! He is on the table across the room and I couldn't resist drawing him.
Maeterlinck.
Freshman theme returned Jr. year
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Miss May Louise Shipp
1010 N. Delaware Street,
Indianapolis,
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