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Aaron, Fannie -- to Mother, Father and Pete, November 2,1920
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Aaron, Fannie
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1920-11-02
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November 2, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I don't know how long my letters will be the next few days as I shall be very busy. I have to finish my history topic, write up the last four chem lectures in a very finished form, and get launched on an English topic before Friday. The worst part of the English work is that I cannot think of anything to take for my topic. Well, Mother, I had a new experience today. Heretofore I have always heard the old man's praises sung by...
Show moreNovember 2, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I don't know how long my letters will be the next few days as I shall be very busy. I have to finish my history topic, write up the last four chem lectures in a very finished form, and get launched on an English topic before Friday. The worst part of the English work is that I cannot think of anything to take for my topic. Well, Mother, I had a new experience today. Heretofore I have always heard the old man's praises sung by teachers, etc., but today I heard yours. I managed to get up the courage to introduce myself to the rambling genius, otherwise known as Miss Salmon, and I says to her, says I, "Miss Salmon, my mother has been writing to me to introduce myself to you------Do you remember S. H, '99?" And her face lit up immediately so that I knew she was not bluffing. She said, "Do I remember her? How could I forget her? And you are her daughter! Well, I am certainly glad you told me, and when you write to her give her my very best regards, and if she ever comes here to see you, be sure to bring her to see me. But what I find fault with is, 'why did you wait so long in introducing yourself to me?'" I said, "Well, I wondered how you could remember people after so long a time has past since you saw them". She said, "My dear little girl, don't you know that it is only the colorless poeple[sic], those that go along without taking any interest in anything and that contribute nothing, whom one forgets. But your mother was a very bright, interesting, lively, wide-awake young woman, who was distinctly worth knowing and remembering". !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope that will bring me a drag! I think I shall follow the crowd tonight to Students' and watch the election returns. It only happens once every four years. There is to be a French lecture of some sort eitheth hour. I am going and I'll know more about it after I have been there. We spent the hour in History this morning discussing the value of a protest vote. Miss Salmon is very strong for it, but I cannot see the great value of it. If it accomplished some positive good it might be worth something. She said among other things that the platform of each of the two big parties devoted about fifty per cent of its space to singing the praises of past administrations, forty-eight to knowing the other party, and two percent to a constructive program for the future; whereas the four small parties devote very little space to knocking and none to history of the past. I said then, that is these small parties had ever had any administrations before they would devote just as much space proportionately to telling about them. The whole class started to laugh, but I cannot see the joke in it. She said perhaps that was so. What's so funny in it?Millsy has another Ec sections now, so I guess that means that we gett someone else. I don't think I told you anything about Sophomore Party. The first act takes place in the garden of the hotel of a European summer-resort. Some Vassar Girlds, who have just seen the battlefields, are talking to some ladies who are guests at the hotel. They tell about college, etc., and that gives a chance for about six different choruses to appear and sing songs about college things. The second act is a party the ladies give the Vassar girls in return for the entertainment they had recieved. In this a lot of the talent of the class in fancing dancing was brought out. There was some wonderful interpretive dancing and some very fine exhibition dancing of modern dances. The choruses were all perfectly trained and very well costumed. It is too bad that you did not see it. After the party there was dancing. I danced off and on for about an hour and did not feel any worse for it. My job that night was to usher at the balcony door where all the faculty and people with guests come in. There were a whole lot of faculty who said good-evening to me, including Prexie--who never would on any other occasion! I was supposed to keep all juniors and seniors out. Some managed to get by the first door, and tried to get by me. Certain committees of juniors are allowed in though, also the Phil fire-captains, and their ranks surely swelled that night. I asked one young lady what class she was, and she said, "Miss Sprague, of the Physical Training Department". I felt like such a nut that I looked three times before asking people what class they were after that. I sent the night-letter, in accordance with your instructions. I am continuing to feel better. I recieved your special, Father, and "contents noted", as Grandpa says. Otherwise nothing new. Love, Fannie Hope your expedition to a little town seventeen miles from Boston is successful, Pete.
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Aaron, Fannie -- to Mother, Father and Pete, November 12,1920
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Aaron, Fannie
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1920-11-12
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November 12, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I really haven't anything to tell you today. The rush of the week is over and that is a relief. As I mentioned yesterday, I am going to town today on an expedition of attending to a million different things, among them ordering my berth to come home Thanksgiving. Mr. Kilpatrick gave us our introductory lecture to qualitative analysis today. It consisted principally of instruction fro laboratory work. I imagine the course will be...
Show moreNovember 12, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I really haven't anything to tell you today. The rush of the week is over and that is a relief. As I mentioned yesterday, I am going to town today on an expedition of attending to a million different things, among them ordering my berth to come home Thanksgiving. Mr. Kilpatrick gave us our introductory lecture to qualitative analysis today. It consisted principally of instruction fro laboratory work. I imagine the course will be interesting, if it is not too hard. We have finished the review. I finished my history topic on the southorn plantation last night, much to my surprise. I had one hundred and ten topic pages! The Ec instructor is no better than she was in the beginning, and I am not the only one of that opinion. She surely is a mess. I always feel that I know more about the subject when I go into class than when I come out of it. She told somebody in our class that she never did understand capital and banking. Then just why does she teach Ec, I wonder? Phyllis condescended to come to see me the other day, only I happened not to be at home. It was four weeks since I had had her over for dinner. I don't know what had gotten into her head, but she certainly has turned into a conceited fool. I really don't know anything interesting to tell you. Love, Fannie
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Aaron, Fannie -- to Mother, Father and Pete, November 1,1920
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Aaron, Fannie
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1920-11-01
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November 1, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: When I got home from the Libe yesterday afternoon, I found your telegram saying that you would call me up. I had intended calling you last night, because your letter sounded as though you were worried about me, and I thought speaking to you would "ease your mind", as Dr. B. says. A bunch of the kids from Davison, those that I like, went out to the Cider Mill on a picnic last night and were chaperoned by one of the nicest members of...
Show moreNovember 1, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: When I got home from the Libe yesterday afternoon, I found your telegram saying that you would call me up. I had intended calling you last night, because your letter sounded as though you were worried about me, and I thought speaking to you would "ease your mind", as Dr. B. says. A bunch of the kids from Davison, those that I like, went out to the Cider Mill on a picnic last night and were chaperoned by one of the nicest members of the French faculty. They urged me to go, but I thought, in view of the fact that I had been feeling worse for some days and was just starting to get over it, it would be foolish to risk it for the sake of two hours' fun. It is not so easy to give up pleasure, but I guess it is good discipline. I am feeling quite a lot better this morning. I guess it must have been a cold of some sort. When should I order my birth for Thanksgiving? Did I tell you, Mother, that Luckey's won't have any telescopes for a month? I guess you'll have to get one at home, or if you cannot, keep on using this one. Don't send the blue gingham dress back. I think the cool weather has come to stay. I have been doing something that I never was able to do last year, sleeping late on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I slept till a quarter to elven[sic] yesterday, old time! It is luckey the time was changed or I would have had to take a chapel cut. Incidentally, I am going to start taking my fifteen cuts on Sundays. Chapel is really terribly boring, particularly when the minister prays from everything from the president and Congress down to the knives and forks we use to eat with. I went from Cahpel[sic] to Lucy's room yesterday, and discovered that I had lost your special, Mother. So I proceeded on a half-hour search for it, and did not find it. Last night Lucy told me that she found it under her bed! After dinner I walked down to the drug-store in Arlington and found it closed. i then returned and worked in the Libe for three hours on my history topic. Last night I did some Spanish, and folled a considerable part of the evening away by talking. Sophomore party was really quite wonderful. Lucy got in because she knew the chairmna[sic], Harriet Haines, very well, having roomed next door to her last year. She said that she hard some faculty say it was the best Sophomore party they had ever seen. The choruses were perfectly trained and very well gotten up. The exhibition dancing was wonderful and took still more wonderfully. I wish I could describe it now, I would much prefer that to going to an Ec quiz. Good luck on Wednesday, Pete. I am anxious to hear how you think Wellesly compares with V. C. Love, Fannie
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Aaron, Fannie -- to Mother, Father and Pete, February 12,1920
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Aaron, Fannie
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2/12/20
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February 12, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I don't know whether I'll get off at eleven thirty-eight tomorrow or not. Having made all my arrangements, I discovered at noon upon calling for a taxi that they cannor get them out through the heavy snow. I went down to Miss Thallon a few minutes ago, to see if she would let me leave class early, but she is not home. D-----. Nothing exciting happened today, excpet that Mlle. Champy told me that instead of answering "No",...
Show moreFebruary 12, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I don't know whether I'll get off at eleven thirty-eight tomorrow or not. Having made all my arrangements, I discovered at noon upon calling for a taxi that they cannor get them out through the heavy snow. I went down to Miss Thallon a few minutes ago, to see if she would let me leave class early, but she is not home. D-----. Nothing exciting happened today, excpet that Mlle. Champy told me that instead of answering "No", when she asked me a certain question, and ansering it in a tone", Don't bother me", I should work my brain a little. The class just roared, including me. I think her idea is not to let Josephine Marple and me be too well satisfied with ourselves, but it surely was funny. I am now going over to the doctor's office to get my hypo and also find out why they charged me twenty-eight fifty for medical attantion instead of nineteen dollars. I hope you got the night letter all right, Mother. I could not quite get the idea in so much telegraphic communication. Love, [Fannie]
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