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Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
I certainly enjoyed Yeats' lecture on Ireland and readings from his own poems last Thursday. Miss Kitchel told us not to expect too much, and I imagine that is why I was very pleasnatly[sic] surprised. He is queer-looking all right, but I suppose that is one of the qualifications of being a poet.
We had no exam in English Speech, thank goodness. Today our last recitation. We have covered our grade in Latin, so now the review will begin.
Professor Roselli is to lecture on Cavour next Tuesday, consequently we have one recitation yet. We have gone down to the Great War, and I think I have enjoyed the last few weeks more than the whole year put together.
I asked Miss Thallon this morning whether Miss Salmon's course is as stiff as it is made out to be, also whether it is true that sophomores commonly do not take it. She said that there is a weekly topic, but that the recitations are lectures and require practically no preparation. She said that it might be true that more Juniors and Seniors than Sophomores take the course, but that some sophomores do take it, and then wound up with this, "For goodness sake, Fannie, any girl that is capable of doing the high class work that you do does not need to be afraid of any course's being too hard". But the point for me was whether I was making next year too hard. That, after all, is my own worry. It is not that I am not capble[sic] of hard work when I feel well, but it is keeping the balance between study and fun or loafing, whatever you choose to call it.
I plan to do most of Monday's work today, and spend tomorrow and Sunday reviewing. The math quiz arrived in the mail this morning.
Tell Aunt Hattie that her Friend Miss Palmer of the Latin department, commonly known as Pop-eyes, died recently. She was away this semester on leave of absence, owing to ill-health. Phyllis had her last semester, and she said then that she had outlived her usefulness as a good Latin teacher. That is true of some others I know.
Love,
Fannie