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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1921-04-29]
Text: Am having a great time with Henrietta. Love, Fan FridayMr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-03-07
Text: March 7, '21. Dear Mother + Father: Nothing new to report. Lab this aft. + debate practice tonight. Feel perfectly all right again. Mother - I don't want any more p. made - I like b's better, but have 6 silk pairs in good condition. Rec'd. telegram. Thanks. Will act accordingly. I read "Main Street" in the inform., Mother. The craze for reading it has been going like wild-fire. I don't think it's worth reading. It's much too long-drawn out, and...
Show moreMarch 7, '21. Dear Mother + Father: Nothing new to report. Lab this aft. + debate practice tonight. Feel perfectly all right again. Mother - I don't want any more p. made - I like b's better, but have 6 silk pairs in good condition. Rec'd. telegram. Thanks. Will act accordingly. I read "Main Street" in the inform., Mother. The craze for reading it has been going like wild-fire. I don't think it's worth reading. It's much too long-drawn out, and does not get you anywhere in particular. Love FannieMrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1921-03-04]
Text: Dear Mother: - continued. I don't know just where I left off, so you'll have to excuse repetition. Lucy said the only unfavorable criticism passed on me was that I presented my statistics boringly , but somebody promptly [sat] on that and tried to disprove it. Rachel Higgins, chairman of Junior debate this year, was strong in [wegnig] making me a speaker. But they finally decided on Margaret Ray ('22) on the strength of her previous experience. Frances Kellogg is the only...
Show moreDear Mother: - continued. I don't know just where I left off, so you'll have to excuse repetition. Lucy said the only unfavorable criticism passed on me was that I presented my statistics boringly , but somebody promptly [sat] on that and tried to disprove it. Rachel Higgins, chairman of Junior debate this year, was strong in [wegnig] making me a speaker. But they finally decided on Margaret Ray ('22) on the strength of her previous experience. Frances Kellogg is the only sophomore on. She has the first affirmative speech. I don't begrudge it to her - the only thing that makes me feel at all dissatisfied is that I put much more time on it than she did and had many more facts - much more material her speeches are mostly bluff, but they wanted some of that this year, because they found at Barnard last year that the judges were more pleased with the sob stuff of <[Barnard]> than with the cold facts of Vassar. She is a very pretty girl with an exceedingly magnetic personality and an un-usually pleasing voice and manner of speaking. I think those things have more weight for that particular speech than material. However, I suppose it is part of the game to be a good looser! And I have two years ahead of me yet, and Margaret Ray has only one, so it is fair that she got it. P.S. Kellogg is president of our class this semester, is on the class basketball and hockey teams. Very brainy in classes, and third speaker of '23 in class debate. Did I say that I was <[first]> alternate for the affirmative - here at Vassar? That means that if any of the speakers are sick or do something desperate suddenly, I will speak. but they are all strong as horses! They first had me booked for Wellesley, but decided that in view of my visit to the infirmary that it was best for the sake of Vassar and of me to keep me at home. They thought the trip would be too hard for me - you see it means getting there about midnight Friday night and getting back here one o'clock Monday morning. It would be hard and terribly exciting - but I did so want to go! Darn that health! On the other hand I am trying to be sensible enough to realize that it might bring on another experience like this one next month. I am feeling well again, but not strong yet. I felt too sick to eat anything except some rolls + boullion from noon Sunday to noon Wednesday, so naturally the compination fo that and three days in bed made me weak. I got up after lunch and have been in the parlor of the inform writing letters all afternoon. Dr. T. maskes the morning rounds, and she told me [this] morning not to dare [leave] this bld'g until Dr. B. saw me! Today is Dr. B's day off, so that means she won't be around till tomorrow evening. However, I had Miss Hendon call up Dr. B, and she said I could go to classes tomorrow if the wather is all right. It was damp + rainy today, so the extra <rest> didn't hurt any. I must get to work now - I haven't done any since Monday. < > you aren't disappointed about debate. Love, Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-03-01
Text: March 1, 1921. [Rhar] Mother: Your letter announcing your sojourn in bed came in the beginning of the 2nd day of [mine] in bed. I certainly had a time - Miss Smith had Dr. B. come up and she left some medicine. Either that, or the passage of time, has relieved me. I cut classes (4) [need] lab and just staid in bed since yesterday noon. It was the only possible thing to do. Am also having to cut debate tonight. I cannot afford the time but it can't be helped. I continued my education this...
Show moreMarch 1, 1921. [Rhar] Mother: Your letter announcing your sojourn in bed came in the beginning of the 2nd day of [mine] in bed. I certainly had a time - Miss Smith had Dr. B. come up and she left some medicine. Either that, or the passage of time, has relieved me. I cut classes (4) [need] lab and just staid in bed since yesterday noon. It was the only possible thing to do. Am also having to cut debate tonight. I cannot afford the time but it can't be helped. I continued my education this afternoon anyhow and read 3 plays of [Gabeworthy's]. Don't need the nightgown. Love FannieMrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-03-01
Text: March 1, 1921 Dear Mother: Lucy came over after lunch to tell me that the team was announced. I am first alternate (big compen-sation (?)!) and have to stay at Vassar because the weaker speakers are being kept home and they want a strong alternate at home for them. The senior and two junior alternates are being sent away. The committee <picked> the speakers after the picture was taken <Monday>. At least my being in the infirm didn't spoil my chances of beinga speaker. Lucy...
Show moreMarch 1, 1921 Dear Mother: Lucy came over after lunch to tell me that the team was announced. I am first alternate (big compen-sation (?)!) and have to stay at Vassar because the weaker speakers are being kept home and they want a strong alternate at home for them. The senior and two junior alternates are being sent away. The committee <picked> the speakers after the picture was taken <Monday>. At least my being in the infirm didn't spoil my chances of beinga speaker. Lucy was made a regular member of the committee, so she knows all the dope about the discussion. She said she was so glad that she had had never heard me, so that she didn't have to vote about me. She also said <that> the discussion as to whether to make me or Margaret Ray a speaker was very hot. -Ray is a junior, had the closing speech for the Juniors in class debate, was on soph. debate last year and on the team of the University fo Souther California her freshman year. They finally voted in favor of her on the strength of her extra past experience. Moral! - the advantage of being a junior! Lucy said I had many firm champions, particularly Rachel Higgins, who was charman of Junior Debate. She said the only un-favorable thing she heard was that I present my statis-tics boringly, but somebody promptly set on that and tried to disprove it. [I'll] finish this in another envelope, or it will miss the mail. Am feeling O.K. again, but weak. All additional pain is gone in every connection. Am sitting up dressed in infirm. parlor [Gobah] today after lunch. May get out tomorrow - unless they keep me here to rest. It would not hurtme any if they did. Please do not worry any, for there is nothing to worry about. It is best that they sent me here - but it is all over now. Love, Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-03-01
Text: March 1, 1921. Dear Mother: I have bad news - I am in the in-firmary with a misbehaved bladder. I got sick Monday morning and went to bed at noon. I had very bad cramps, but I got up for the debate picture. I went back to bed again when I came back. I was quite uncomfortable all evening, but nothing terrible. I staid in bed yesterday. Miss Smith sent for Dr. B. over <for> me,, because I had had such bad cramps + my bladder pain was much worse. She left some white tablets and told me to...
Show moreMarch 1, 1921. Dear Mother: I have bad news - I am in the in-firmary with a misbehaved bladder. I got sick Monday morning and went to bed at noon. I had very bad cramps, but I got up for the debate picture. I went back to bed again when I came back. I was quite uncomfortable all evening, but nothing terrible. I staid in bed yesterday. Miss Smith sent for Dr. B. over <for> me,, because I had had such bad cramps + my bladder pain was much worse. She left some white tablets and told me to take one dissolved in <a glass of> water every four hours. I did so and felt somewhat better by dinner time. Dr. B. had told me to come over to the infirm to get a treatment that night (last night-Tuesday) regardless of being unwell. I did so, and came back immediately + went to bed. I managed to retain the [argyrol] for an hour and a half, + then the fireworks started. I don't know when I've had such pain. Certainly I don't think it was any worse after my worst treatments at the hospital. It was almost unbearable, and at ten I had to have Miss Smith send for the doctor. Dr. B. was in bed, so Dr. B. telephoned to the new assistant and had her come to see me. She left some [quick] pills this time, which she said would ease the pain and would help me go to sleep. Of course they never tell you what the medicine is. She left two more [which] I was to take take during the night if necessary. I had to go to the toilet twice every hour till midnight, once every hour till four, then slept till six, up at six, and slept till eight. And I had such terrible pain when I went to the toilet that I just felt faint and in a cold [perspira]-tion every time. So this morning with no dilly-dallying I went over to the doctor's office. She said (Dr. B.) that I had better come over here <till she coould get me> over this spell. I was going to send [Peggy Bliss] a <telegram> note that I would have to drop debate, but I met Lucy and Clara Cheney on my way out of the doctor's office, and <they> said that I would be a fool to drop it, that I would work all the better when I got out, and that every year about half the team pays a little visit to the infirm. So I won't do anything about it till I see how I get along. Meanwhile I am losing time in collecting material, but it can't be helped. This will of course eliminate my chance of being a speaker, but <that> can't be helped either. They are giving me the same red medicine that they gave me in Metcalfe last spring before Dr. S. sent the green stuff. I remember Dr. B. said then that they were very similar. I am in the [word] (4 beds, 2 other occupants only, though) downstairs, facing south. I can see all who pass on the sidewalk. In fact, one girl stopped outside and talked to me thru the window and Miss Hern don came in and blew her and me up sky-high. Most of my work is library work, so I am forced to take life easy in spite of myself. The kids brought me enough books to last a month. I hope to get out of here by the end of the week - certainly by June day. I cannot explain it, unless it is that I caught cold going to the libe in a severe rain-storm Sunday. Whatever the explanation is, the fact remains that I had some sore bladder. It is letting up today, I think. Please do not worry about me. The only reason I am writing the information so promptly is that we have an agreement that there shall be no bluff: you know. Promise not to worry - I'm not worried or blue. In fact, I'm quite cheerful. Love, Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-28
Text: February 20, '21. Dear Mother + Father: The delayed letter was one I forgot to mail and found in my notebook. "Scuse" me! I am writing this in Ec lecture. Was that where you used to write letters, Mother? I have a full day today again, with lab. at 4:15 the squad and committee have their pictures taken for the Vassarion. I had a good sleep last night again. I think I'll manage not to [overtax] my strength, Mother, as long as I can rest up over the week-ends this way. Are...
Show moreFebruary 20, '21. Dear Mother + Father: The delayed letter was one I forgot to mail and found in my notebook. "Scuse" me! I am writing this in Ec lecture. Was that where you used to write letters, Mother? I have a full day today again, with lab. at 4:15 the squad and committee have their pictures taken for the Vassarion. I had a good sleep last night again. I think I'll manage not to [overtax] my strength, Mother, as long as I can rest up over the week-ends this way. Are you coming up here, Father? Love FannieMr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-26
Text: Feb. 26, 1920. Dear Mother + Father: Nothing much to tell since yesterday, except that I could not go to Miss [Sabuon's] because [Dr]B. could not change her time for me and I didn't want to go down late + alone. The others all went on the first car after chapel. Besides which, I was greatly in need of sleep. I went to bed at 8:30 and slept till 8:4- this morning. I just came back from the libe (12:30.) I have been doing next week's history. I don't see how I can go down to...
Show moreFeb. 26, 1920. Dear Mother + Father: Nothing much to tell since yesterday, except that I could not go to Miss [Sabuon's] because [Dr]B. could not change her time for me and I didn't want to go down late + alone. The others all went on the first car after chapel. Besides which, I was greatly in need of sleep. I went to bed at 8:30 and slept till 8:4- this morning. I just came back from the libe (12:30.) I have been doing next week's history. I don't see how I can go down to New York next week-end with debate going at as full speed as it is. Why not come up here, Father? You would not have to stay the whole week-end if you didn't want to. You could spend a day or two here. R.S.V.P. It is only lack of time just now that keeps me from giving you a more cordial invitation Debate practice came [off]well yesterday aft. Dick [Foshel] is here with Helen for the week-end. Love, Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-24
Text: Dear Mother + Father: The unskilled laborer has nothing on me. Here is my schedule for today: Classes: 8:30-12:30 Lab: 1:35-3:45 or more Required lecture: - 4:45 - 5:45 Debate practice: 7:30 � 10:00 or thereabouts Love, Fannie A letter tomorrow for sure! Feb. 24Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-23
Text: Feb. 23. Dear Mother + Father: Hope to write tonight. Have a Spanish conference now and then must go to libe. Don't want the fur, [just] wanted to know [where] it was. Love, FannieMr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle St., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-22
Text: Feb. 22, 1921. Dear Mother + Father: I shall be awfully busy to-day, + I didn't know if I would have time to write or not, hence the telegram. besides which, I was very much excited. The [serial] ([sfeakers] + alternates, but not yet distinguished) were announced last night at an "Ellis Island immigrant party", but more of that again. Enough to say that it was loads of fun + very exciting. I could not go to sleep for ages. Now the [hard pull] starts. I hope I'll last...
Show moreFeb. 22, 1921. Dear Mother + Father: I shall be awfully busy to-day, + I didn't know if I would have time to write or not, hence the telegram. besides which, I was very much excited. The [serial] ([sfeakers] + alternates, but not yet distinguished) were announced last night at an "Ellis Island immigrant party", but more of that again. Enough to say that it was loads of fun + very exciting. I could not go to sleep for ages. Now the [hard pull] starts. I hope I'll last allright. One of these days soon you'll get a lengthy letter about it - about 7 pages, I guess. Love, Fannie Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-02-03
Text: Feb. 3. Dear Father + Mother: I studied 3 hrs. this morning for my chem exam. I feel as though I'm going to my funeral this afternoon. At least there will be a large attendance paying me their last respects! I may telegraph you in the morning, in case I should decide to take the 1:09. The 11:38 [may] be too much of a rush. Please make a shampoo app'tment for tomorrow aft. for me. I need it terribly. Fannie Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron Hotel Commodore New York.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-01-30
Text: Dear Father + Mother: Nothing to report except that I have studied + slept a lot + mismanaged the day terribly. Love, Fannie Jan. [30]Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, Hotel Commodore, New York

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-01-27
Text: Dear Mother + Father: Just came back from my English Speech exam. I wasted several perfectly good hours studying for it. It didn't do any good. The exam was tolerably queer. Now from some concentrated Ec study. Love, Fannie Jan. 27Mrs. Marcus Aaron, c/o Hotel Commodore, New York, N.Y.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1921-01-26
Text: Jan. 26. Dear Mother: Just saw Helen + she asked me to ask you to call her mother up + explain to her the value of going away - change of scene, etc. (P.S. to you) there may be some element of punishment or some such thing in the re-striction (about which) she has said nothing, so watch out what you say to her mother. Love, Fannie Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1921-01-24]
Text: Dear Mother [s] Please send in next laundry my Mase-field's "Collected Poems" It may come in handy for the exam - inasmuch as it is based on Masefield's newer poems. It's either in the little room or in the third floor. Thanks heaps. Love, FannieMr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle St., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-12-16
Text: December 16, 1920 Dear Mother: I am obeying your instructions in not writing letters. I shall be quite busy today, but I'll managed to finished what I planned to do before vacation. Saturday morning! Love, FannieMrs. Marcus Aaron 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-12-14
Text: December 14. Dear Father, I [had] a letter from Aunt Bessie saying that Uncle Ike would meet me, if possible. If not, I was to take a taxi to the Pa. Station. etc. + [some] directly out to [Woodmere]. She sent a time-table ([Long] Island) She also said Uncle [Ike] had theater tickets - she did not say for what - and that they would see me to the train. You might [communicate] with them inasmuch as I would like the pleasure of your company. I had no idea you could stay over. I plan to take the...
Show moreDecember 14. Dear Father, I [had] a letter from Aunt Bessie saying that Uncle Ike would meet me, if possible. If not, I was to take a taxi to the Pa. Station. etc. + [some] directly out to [Woodmere]. She sent a time-table ([Long] Island) She also said Uncle [Ike] had theater tickets - she did not say for what - and that they would see me to the train. You might [communicate] with them inasmuch as I would like the pleasure of your company. I had no idea you could stay over. I plan to take the 12 M. special Friday. Possibly the 11:38, but I think the special will get in sooner + it won't be such a rush. The debate [was oreal]. We lost 2-1. I am dead. FannieMr. Marcus Aaron, C/O Hotel Astor, New York, N.Y.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-12-14
Text: December 14. Dear Mother, We lost 2-1, but it was a wonderful debate. But now that the strain is off, I feel my fatigue and I realize the huge am't of work I have before Friday. Get Miss Alice for a few days if possible. I don't know what there will be, but you know how things always turn up. I wrote this in your pet class - shocking! Love Fannie You asked about a yr ago about [Cuden]. My teeth feel all right, but he wanted to see them.Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave....
Show moreDecember 14. Dear Mother, We lost 2-1, but it was a wonderful debate. But now that the strain is off, I feel my fatigue and I realize the huge am't of work I have before Friday. Get Miss Alice for a few days if possible. I don't know what there will be, but you know how things always turn up. I wrote this in your pet class - shocking! Love Fannie You asked about a yr ago about [Cuden]. My teeth feel all right, but he wanted to see them.Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave. Pittsburgh Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-12-13
Text: Dear Mother, I sent the tele-gram so you would not worry. Sorry I was so negligent, but I am not doing things normally these strained days. Tonight is the big night. Am terribly busy. I shall accept the invitation for the B. + W. Love, Fannie Dec. 13Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-12-13
Text: Dear Father: Tonight is the big night! Am leaving on the 11:38 or 11:58 (special) Friday. Leave N.Y. on 11:30 P.M. Friday night. Aunt Bessie expects me for aft. + evening at [Woodmere]. Congratulations to the silver-[pot]! Love, Fannie Dec. 13Mr. Marcus Aaron, Hotel Astor, New York, N.Y.

Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-12-11
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 11, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I haven't much to tell you this evening; so I shall not write at great length. Your address of November 28, Father, was a peach; I enjoyed it a lot. My decision to go to the Wasserman affair, Mother, was reached after due consideration. As I wrote to you yesterday, I don't like the idea of missing three days at home; perhaps I used a good deal of sophistry in justifying it. I don't know...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 11, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I haven't much to tell you this evening; so I shall not write at great length. Your address of November 28, Father, was a peach; I enjoyed it a lot. My decision to go to the Wasserman affair, Mother, was reached after due consideration. As I wrote to you yesterday, I don't like the idea of missing three days at home; perhaps I used a good deal of sophistry in justifying it. I don't know whether I did what you wanted me to do or not. There was certainly nothing formal either in Margaret's urging or in Bill's. From what Margaret said, I gathered that she had made up the list for the affair; in fact, I am pretty sure she did. When is this dance coming off to which you invited Al Goorin, Fan? If you haven't accepted his invitation for the other, you are quite free to shift the burden for refusing on a previous arrangement with me; as I said last evening without knowing all the dope, that would suit me very well indeed. However, use your own judgment and don't worry about me. Bill asked me whether I had met some one, who, he said, was "an old flame" of Margaret's, but the flame was all on his side. Perhaps there is a resemblance in Al's case. Love, [Lester]
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Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-12-04
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 4, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: The first invitation of the 1920 winter season arrived this morning. I don't think you would guess right off the bat where it came from. If I wanted to arouse the "curiosity that killed a cat", I would wait until tomorrow to give you a chance to guess. It was from Mr. & Mrs. Wasserman, Miss Margaret Wasserman and Mr. William Wasserman for a "Twelfth Night Party" on December...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 4, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: The first invitation of the 1920 winter season arrived this morning. I don't think you would guess right off the bat where it came from. If I wanted to arouse the "curiosity that killed a cat", I would wait until tomorrow to give you a chance to guess. It was from Mr. & Mrs. Wasserman, Miss Margaret Wasserman and Mr. William Wasserman for a "Twelfth Night Party" on December 24. If I were going to be East at that time, I should be very strongly tempted to accept it; as it is, I don't see how I can. I wish I knew whether Bill was coming to Pittsburgh. How long do you expect to be in Atlantic? The invitation amused me, in a way, after the last conversation we had on the general subject of parties last Sunday night. I expressed my abhorrence of that sort of vacation; Margaret dlivered a concurring opinion. Today: the invitation! The other R. S. V. P. in the morning mail was from you, Mother, about my teeth. I don't know whether there is any trouble for Doctor Cuden or not. They have not been perfectly comfortable at all times; but on other occasions when that was the case, he said they were all right. I don't see why you should be so much worried about Chem, Fan. I think it is one of the simplest subjects I ever studied. In physics there are a lot of more or less difficult principles to dope out and a lot of complet mathematics to juggle with; but chem is about as simple and straight forward as anything could be. Are you sure that you aren't imagining things and introducing difficulties? It seems to me that I left some important questions over last evening for discussion this evening. Whatever they were, they slipped my mind. Love, [Lester]Symphony Hall-Rakhmaninov For the first time int he current musical year, Mr. Rakhmaninov, the illustrious Russian composer and pianist, will play in Boston tomorrow afternoon at 3.30 in Symphony Hall. There is barely need to recall to the many frequenting his concerts his remote and impressive presence his ability and resource as a technician the felicities of his touch and tone, his large understanding of the chosen music and his self-subordination to it. His programme more interesting than some he has previously proffered is: Sonnata, No. 9..........................Mozart Songs Without Words (Nos. 32, 3, 47, 37, 17)........................Mendelssohn Ballad-Waltz in E-flat - Barcarolle - Waltz in G-flat.................Chopin Two Etudes-Tableaux (Martial; As a Funeral March)-Barcarolle..Rakhmaninov Spanish Rhapsody.........................LisztTea, Mufins and Jam ___ [From the Worcester Telegram] So Harvard is now serving afternoon tea "with muffins and strawberry jam! Old grads who have stood up bravely under the strain of the demise of Mory's at New Haven, the transformaion at Zinkey's at Ithaca into an ice-cream parlor and the raiding of Tiger Inn at Princeton on football day will have to swallow hard to down this latest dose. Afternoon tea with muffins and strawberry jam! It suggests a translation from Tom Brown at Oxford to Nancy Brown at Cambridge. It has to be admitted that for the aesophagus and other items of the physiological structure, inevitable even if unknown in undergraduate circles, plunges into Oolong to celebrate victory or drown defeat are assuredly more beneficial than were the plunges of the past into beverages found upon rye, grape and peat reek.The [Hoisn] announced that it would [serve] afternoon [tea] after the fashion of the [Harvard] Club all over [the country]National League of Girls' Clubs Miss Rose L. Dexter has offered the use of her home, 400 Beacon street, for next week's meeting [?on the national discourse?]. The board meets five times a year, usually in New York. Thursday will include two sessions, the morning devoted to business, and one in the afternoon, at which Miss Marion Niles, president of the Massachusetts League of Girls' Clubs, will officially welcome directors and guests. Miss Jean Hamilton, executive secretary of the National League, will give a report of work in Ohio. Miss Dexter will serve luncheon on that day. The meetings on Thursday evening and Friday will be held at the Girls' City Club, 8 Newbury street. The Needham Girls' Club will hold its monthly business meeting at the High School on Monday. Plans for the coming bazaar will be discussed. A brand new club will be inaugurated at a mass meeting in the Town Hall by the girls of Canton on Monday. Any girl of sixteen of over is invited. The Norwood Girls' Club will provide a special entertainment, a pantomime called "Putting One Over on Mother." The following members of the club will take part: The Misses Irene Jones, Emily Johnson, Gladys Faulkins and Ketharine Kellard. Athol will give a dance in Grange Hall Monday, the proceeds to go toward expenses of the club. On Saturday a Christmas sale will take place. The Newton girls' regular business meeting comes Wednesday at eight o'clock, the council session following. Dodgeville has a new club which will have its first dramatic evening on Tuesday by producing two plays, "Pedler's Parade" and "Tickets, Please!" Mrs. Sybil K. Leonard, the secretary, is the coach. Webster Girls' Club will give, in cooperation with the International Correspondence Course, the moving the picture entertainment called "Heads Win" on Monday. The programme will include singing by the Glee Club.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-12-15]
Text: Love, Fannie. All well. Won't write today

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-12-09]
Text: Dear Mother + Father: The rush is not letting up - it is increasing! Me for a day to sleep, Dec. 18. I got [alit] of [cicoitation] from A.G. (same as last year) to the Black and White[sauce] Jan. 1. I don't know if he was trying to be funny or if it is the thing to do, to say that the dance is being planned, etc., and that it will afford him very great pleasure if he could have my company! That is all...It strikes me it is somewhat stiff, but [I guess] it is his idea of humor. I'll...
Show moreDear Mother + Father: The rush is not letting up - it is increasing! Me for a day to sleep, Dec. 18. I got [alit] of [cicoitation] from A.G. (same as last year) to the Black and White[sauce] Jan. 1. I don't know if he was trying to be funny or if it is the thing to do, to say that the dance is being planned, etc., and that it will afford him very great pleasure if he could have my company! That is all...It strikes me it is somewhat stiff, but [I guess] it is his idea of humor. I'll accept, unless you have some reason to the contrary. R.S.V.P. Love, Fannie. We had debate practice last night again - more today. Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburge, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-11-29
Text: November 29, 1920 Dear Pete: The infreuqnency[sic] of my letters at home, Pete, was due to the lack of typewriter, and the misspelling which I just noticed is due to my great hurry. I forgot to tell you, Pete, that I made debate. Rah!! I got in on time yesterday morning, took a taxi to the Grand Central, had breakfast, sent you a telegram, made the eight-forty-five, felt sleepy the whole way up--too sleepy to work--came out to college in a street-car, arrived at eleven-thirty, straightened...
Show moreNovember 29, 1920 Dear Pete: The infreuqnency[sic] of my letters at home, Pete, was due to the lack of typewriter, and the misspelling which I just noticed is due to my great hurry. I forgot to tell you, Pete, that I made debate. Rah!! I got in on time yesterday morning, took a taxi to the Grand Central, had breakfast, sent you a telegram, made the eight-forty-five, felt sleepy the whole way up--too sleepy to work--came out to college in a street-car, arrived at eleven-thirty, straightened up my room, sent you a telgram, had dinner, slept an hour and a quarter, washed my hair, and worked on my Ec clipping book till six o'clock, went off for supper with Mary Baxter, the girl with whom I wnet[sic] down Tuesday, came back and worked on the Ec book again till nine, went to bed, but discovered that the frequent arrivals of inmates of the hall made sleeping impossible till eleven. That is the history of my life. Excuse mistakes, but it is belltime. I shall be exceedingly busy this week, to put it mildly. Tell me about the various dinners, Mother. Where did you sit Saturday night? The bag was in my suitcase. Love, Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-11-12
Text: 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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Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-11-11
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. November 11, 1920 Dear Mother: What a contrast this cold day today is to that wonderful and never-to-be-forgotten day two years when the whole world [seemed] to ring of gladness that freedom had come at last. How quickly people forget - how quickly they seem to have forgotten the [hopes] and the ideals for which the war was fought - for which so many gave their lives. There is something awfully sad about it. A few flags out - some extra [perfrmances]...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. November 11, 1920 Dear Mother: What a contrast this cold day today is to that wonderful and never-to-be-forgotten day two years when the whole world [seemed] to ring of gladness that freedom had come at last. How quickly people forget - how quickly they seem to have forgotten the [hopes] and the ideals for which the war was fought - for which so many gave their lives. There is something awfully sad about it. A few flags out - some extra [perfrmances] in the theatre - otherwise this day might have been any other. I have a lot of work to do - I am looking forward to "jetting back". Love Lester.To The Unknown Dead In Westminster Abbey, London, and in the Arc de Triomphe, Paris, a finely reasoned thought is to be consecrated tomorrow morning at 11 A. M. Celebrating the anniversary of signing the armistice the Germans asked for at Rethondes, the English and the French will do honor to the Unknown Dead. In each case a soldier, unidentified as to name and regiment, will be given a final grave, one in the exquisite nave of the English national shrine where kings and queens, statemen and poets, heroes, men of letters and martyrs lie in silence, sleep and fame: the other in the vault of the Arc de Triomphe, that visible symbol for all time of the military glories of France. In both countries the dendeavor is to immortalize "the unknown dead"-that most moving of in scriptions in any war cemetery of the world. It is a sure instinct which has led to these commemorations for the unknown dead; for next to our own, who may lie in graves marked or unmarked, the dust of those who died as heroes and left no sign of their identity appeal to our sentiment. The two overseas ceremonies will be conducted with the same thought. In Paris, an unknown poilu from the Verdun battle zone will be carried on a fgun carriage, the flag of France over him, three marshals of France, Joffre, Foch and Petain following afoot, to solemn music and between reversed arms of troops. The body of the unknown British Tommy will arrive in England on a British warship. The same earth of France in which he lay and on which he died will be brought to line his grave in consecrated English ground-that little spot which "is forever England." His body will be carried on a gun carriage, as was that of King Edward VII, and beside it will walk the pall bearers, senior officers of the three fighting services, admirals of the fleet, field marshals and generals of the army and the air marshal. Massed bands will add their stirring voices. The King, as cheif mourner, will follow on foot, representing the nation. As the body is lowered into the grave, a field marshal's salute will be fired and a guard of honor mounted. Beside this grave all Britain in spirit will stand, glorying in the hero and vowing anew that what he died for must remain. And it will be the same at the Arc de Triomphe. Though the unknown dead are not to be honored here in any national ceremony, there will be a responsive echo in the hearts of those Americans whose son, brother, husband, made sacrifice for his flag, holding our honor high with wounded hands, carrying our honor safe with bleeding feet. Perhaps the remembrance, though unspoken, may reach them where they sleep, those lads of imperishable memory, who not counting the cost, faced death and would not yield-splendid soldiers passing out of the sight of men by the path of duty and sacrifice.Mrs. Marcus Aaron. 402 Winebiddle Avenue Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania East End.
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Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-11-10
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 10, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: After what I said about Herbert AdamsGibbons last evening, I was very much amused when your letter of Monday came this morning, Mother, with the comment that his address was "one of the finest, deepest, and most scholarly talks" that you had ever listened to. I am glad you liked him; I can't hand him too much, but there is no doubt about it that he has a good line and on the Palestinian...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 10, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: After what I said about Herbert AdamsGibbons last evening, I was very much amused when your letter of Monday came this morning, Mother, with the comment that his address was "one of the finest, deepest, and most scholarly talks" that you had ever listened to. I am glad you liked him; I can't hand him too much, but there is no doubt about it that he has a good line and on the Palestinian question on that is quite in line with what most of the congregation think on Zionism. I haven't read all his books, but I have read part of "The New Map of Europe" which is quite readable and interesting, though the map that he called new was the map that followed the Balkan wars. The addresses I have heard him deliver were on "The Caillaux Case" in which he didn't prove very much and on the problems that were facing France at the close of the war--a lecture which I thought could have been done very much better. Howsoever, i am glad he made a hit. Evidently from your letter, Mother, you thought I used Sunday to rest up. I have been resting up since then I slept again this afternoon for a couple hours, in spite of hammering outside my window. I am feeling fine and looking forward with keen and eager anticipation to the approaching week-end. Please don't worry about my economizing, Mother; that is the one thing I am worrying about--the speed with which that bank account of mine is being reduced. Which reminds me--My Princeton bank-book is in the left hand drawer, I think, in my bureau--will you please mail it to me right away to Princeton, if you can find it? I don't need it, but I'd like to have it. I am enclosing a latter to the State Board of Law, Examiners. You may have attended to it already--I don't know. Anyhow, if you think it is worth while doing, will you send it in when you get home, Father? I haven't been here long enough to have any idea whether I'll last through the three years or not. I am told that a fee of $25 is to be paid now and another fee of $25 when the exams are taken. It seems to me that that is horribly expensive when there is so very little chance of my ever going into law. If we lived in Ohio, it would be different--it costs 50c to register there. I think it is awfully foolish to blow in $50 just for mental satisfaction; however, perhaps you may feel otherwise, so I am enclosing the dope. All I have to say is that we certainly live in a highly capitalistic commonwealth. Harold sent word that he got seats in the wooden stands. I hope that you haven't told him or you, Fan, Lucy that I am taking Grace to the game. I think he'll probably take a Hebrew fit when he hears that I am taking any one, and I'd like to see the expression on his face when he finds it out--it ought to be something to laugh at for two weeks afterwards. Love, [Lester]TAFT In CHURCH APPEAL ___ He Sounds High Note in $3,000,000 Campaign ___ Unitarian Task is to Reach the Unchurched ___ Reaction from War Makes Religion Essential ___ Former President Obliged to Speak Twice ___ Eloquent was the appeal made by former President William H. Taft at a meeting in the First Church, Berkeley and Marlboro streets, last night in behalf of the great Unitarian movement for the raising of #3,000,000 to extend the work of the Church in the United States. He emphasized the fact that the Unitarians are not to proselyte or to win people from other churches, but to reach those whom other churches may not be able to influence, and at a time when humanity is suffering the reaction of the World War. Mr. Taft's visit to Boston naturally stimulated widespread interest in the First Church meeting. The church was filled long before the meeting started and disappointed persons repaired to the Arlington Street Church, where Mr. Taft spoke again. When the former President arrived at the Back Bay station at six o'clocl he was met by Samuel Carr, who took him to the Carr home, 403 Commonwealth avenue, where he was to be a guest for the night, Mrs. Carr being a cousin of Mr. Taft. After a brief rest, Mr. Taft went to the Wendome to dine with 100 or more Unitarians who are active in the plans for raising the #3,000,000 fund. There were remarks by Ernest G. Adams, Richard M. Saltonstall and Mr. Taft. ___ Progress in the Family In the beginning his address at the church, which was entitled "The Great Adventure," Mr. Taft aroused laughter by saying: "I am honored to be allowed to speak to you under these circumstances; I am greatly honored to be in the pulpit of the First Church of Boston. I am going to make an assertion that I hope is true. It would be deadful to make a mistake about it. My father was interested in genealogy and he told me that one of my ancestors was John Wilson, the first minister of The First Church of Boston. He was not a Unitarian (laughter). And if that statement be true, then we have made progress in the family. Continuing, Mr. Taft said: "We unitarians believe that the time has come when our Church should take affirmative and militant methods against the inertia and indifference of irreligion. The breaking away of Channing and the Unitarians who followed him was not a negation of religion, as many people seem to think you don't know. You in New England don't understand the ignorance that there is in parts of the country with reference to Unitarianism. If you want to find it out, run for President. (Laughter.) "Their religion was not and it not atheism or infidelity. No one can read Channing's sermons or the sermons of any other Unitarian who is true to the doctrine of the Church, and say truly that God and Jesus are not fully in the Unitarian faith, and that they are not worshipped with the same reverence and the same love and the same anxiety to conform to the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man as in any Orthodoz communions. The Unitarians schism gre out of a desire and a determination to maintain a religious frame of mind and religious life without the necessity of intellectual acquiescence is a dogma and creed which it was impossible for a Unitarian to square with his reasoning and conviction, and therefore, with his soncscience. Unitarians are Christians. ___ Reaction from the War "The war has left the European countries and this country in a critical situation. We have a frightful lack of seriousness-extravagance, luxury and a turning again to the things of the world in a way that is most discouraging. But it is only temporary, I am convinced. It is only getting over something in a way of the fullness of heart and soul that poor human nature cannot stand too long; there has to be a little reaction from it. But the lessons of the war have not been lost; as is now, when there is danger that they may be lost, that we need this forward march, this movement in the interest of religion, to stir the indifference and the inertia of men who have left the Church on excuse that they do not believe in the creed or dogma, and have given up religion altogether on that account. ___ Now a Militant Religion "Now, that is the reason why the Unitarian Church is moving. That is the reason why the Unitarian Church is changing from its former quiet method of persuing its belief and its worship and its religion-a method that has, in certain respects, been most useful in this sommunity. It has liberalized religion, it has introduced Unitarians into other churches. It has introduced Liberalism into these churches because there are many men and women there who are earnest members of the Church but who are earnest members of the Church but who could not stand a spiritual cross-examination without disclosing that thy are real Uniterians. But now it is necessary for us to do more, it is necessary for us to go forward, and to take our place in the militant religions, and show to the world the faith that is in us by our missionary work in the fields where we ought to succeed. "As we have gone on, we have found that to keep the Church clear and free from fault, as well as to satisfy the spirit of liberty, we must have freedom of religion and each man must be permitted to worship God as he chooses. The Church and the State are separated. No one would have this otherwise, but we must recognize that in this great freedom of religion, made one of the cornerstones of our liberty, is the disadvantage of our not being able, through governmental agencies, to associate the teaching of religion with the primary education of our children. "What I mean is this: That without religion in the schools, the teaching of morality, good, is nevertheless lacking in the fire, it is lacking in the inspiration, and we attempt to subtitute for it Sunday schools and home influence. But the trouble is that for those children that need most religious influence there is no home influence and is no Sunday school influence. Therefore, where freedom of religion prevails, where religion cannot be united by the Government with education, the burden upon the churches to make up for this lack is greater, and the danger from a failure of the churches is more threatening. "General education has stimulated inquiry into the basis of religious belief. It has made them much more sympathetic and much more willing to recognize the usefulness of Unitarian churches, and has unified the effort to spread religion. The incident that was mentioned by the last speaker, Mr. Adams, in which the Inter-church movement is said to have left out the Unitarian Church is one of those awkward incidents-not awkward for us, but awkward for those who found it necessary to make the exclusion. They didn't want to do it, I am sure-the great majority of them didn't, but there they had that creed, and when they go to the stage, when they get to where the cross-examination began, why, then they had to enforce the letter. I presume that was their situation. Therefore, let us sympathize with them; don't let us get angry at them. (Laughter.) Half, more than half, of the people of the country are not in churches, an many of these, though intelligent and educated, become indifferent to religion. "Now it is within the field of missionary work to such 'heathen' as these that the Unitarian Church has, we believe, a great future. We ask them only to subscribe to the doctrine of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man, to take in and act upon the pure preaching and practice of Jesus, to admit its fundamental truth, its beauty, its far-reaching benefit. We ask them to unite with us in the worship of God, and in the study and understanding of the teachings of Jesus. and in self elevation by this study. Ours is a call to the unconverted."
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-11-09
Text: Dear Mother + Father, Nov. 8 I heard about the accident at last. Lucy saw her father in N.Y. + he told her about it. You surely had a lucky escape. I worked a lot over the week- end, and have a lot to do this week. It is the time [fuied]-semesters. You know what that means. Spanish [coures]Wednesday. Ec monday a week, and two topics due the end of this week. Also lab quiz today and French Shoe Drive the end of this week. Wishing you more leisure than I have, Harrisburg [Jogo] [This side of...
Show moreDear Mother + Father, Nov. 8 I heard about the accident at last. Lucy saw her father in N.Y. + he told her about it. You surely had a lucky escape. I worked a lot over the week- end, and have a lot to do this week. It is the time [fuied]-semesters. You know what that means. Spanish [coures]Wednesday. Ec monday a week, and two topics due the end of this week. Also lab quiz today and French Shoe Drive the end of this week. Wishing you more leisure than I have, Harrisburg [Jogo] [This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-11-08
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 8, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I am gradually getting back--for a little while anyhow--to that which the President-elect calls "a state of Normalcy". I went for a run early in the afternoon and then came back and slept from my bath until dinner time--and believe me, I am going to sleep tonight. I have enjoyed the last few days immensely, but I don't know when I ever was so continuously on the go. But before I get to...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 8, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I am gradually getting back--for a little while anyhow--to that which the President-elect calls "a state of Normalcy". I went for a run early in the afternoon and then came back and slept from my bath until dinner time--and believe me, I am going to sleep tonight. I have enjoyed the last few days immensely, but I don't know when I ever was so continuously on the go. But before I get to talking about the week-end, I want to get a few other things our of the way. In the first place, Father, I'm awfully sorry I didn't send you anything for your Harrisburg speech. When you first asked me to think about it, I couldn't think of a thing to suggest. Then all at once one evening I got an inspiration and I made some notes which I think I could have worked up into something very good--that is, very good for me. It is said that an honest confession is good for the soul--and so I might as well confess it, though it doesn't help you any and I am heartily ashamed of it and awfully sorry about it--I absolutely forgot all about it and it wasn't till just now, as I was rereading Mother's letter of Saturday which I had read very hastily this morning, that I realized that I had forgotten all about it. I am terribly sorry. I just wired to ask you whether you wanted the odd ticket for the game for Saturday. Cort Parker with whom I filed my cheering section application for the Yale game wanted it if you didn't, and if both you and he didn't want it, I wanted to send it in for redemption. For that purpose it ought to be in Princeton by Thursday forenoon. The cheering section seat is very good indeed. The other two were rotten. They were in the South Stand, that is, in temportary wooden stands at the open south end of the Stadium. I was particularly disappointed, because the same mail that brought those tickets brought a letter from Grace in which she said that she would be very glad to go to the game and that she was just as keen to see Yale beaten as I was. I know I don't want to see the game from the end of the field, and I don't want to ask her to see it from there if I can help it. So I chased into Boston immediately after lunch and caught Bill Wasserman at Back Bay station, where he was waiting for the Knickerbocker to go to New York. I gave him those two South Stand tickets, and he promised to get me two of his own bunch or two other good ones instead. He had offered to let me have two before I knew how I came out; so I hope the thing will work out all right. By the way, when you write on Friday and on Thursday of this week, address me in his care--W. S. Wasserman, 61 Campbell Hall. I am going to use his couch. He wants me to go home with him on Saturday night; I hardly think I will.-2- Grace said, by the way, that she had seen the Princeton-Oxford track meet in London this summer. She said it was awfully hard to keep the English rules of etiquette by sitting quietly as silent and composed onlookers. She said all that the English do to show their "Excitement was to clap feebly and occasionally whisper a scarecely audible, 'Well played, indeed!'" Bill Wasserman slept here last night. He was going into Boston this morning to see some exhibit at the Boston Museum of Art in connection with some are course that he is taking. He certainly has come to his senses on the religious question. He says that Silver Bay is entirely responsible for it. He went to Temple in Philadelphia on the holydays. He has been attending service regularly at Princeton--more than that, he has been trying to help the thing as much as he could. He went around canvassing for it. You should have heard him tell me last night about his visit to one cllub-ambitious Maranno who hopes to be able to fool others by making a fool of himself. He was very enthusiastic about Lazaron and not at all so about Solomon Foster who was doen a week ago. There were eighteen men at the second service, by the way, and twenty-eight at the first. The Dean has been away for some time and consequently was not present at the first service. So much for that, at least for the present. Now for the events of the last few days. The last time I wrote to you at length was, I think, last Friday afternoon. Several of us went down to the Stadium that afternoon and managed to get past the guards to serve as guards at the final secret practice before the game. It certainly was good to see the old Orange and Black. I saw Frank Glick on the field and had a short talk with him. He said he was Marse's guest at Westmoreland and at 372 recently. That evening Bill Wasserman's cousin--Stix Friedman of St. Louis, a Harvard 1922 man, who looks very much like Helen Milius and whose sister, 1924 at Wellesley, looks very much like Dorothy--and I went down to South Station to look for Bill who had wired that he was coming at eight-five. He meant Saturday morning, but he didn't say so. After waiting around there a little while, I went up to the Boston Athletic Club which is opposite the Hotel Lennox near Copley Square to the Princeton smoker. It was scheduled for 8 P. M. I got there in time for the beginning at 8:45. Good old Doc Spaeth spoke in his old form. He said the Faculty had given up as a hopeless job trying to hold classes on football big-game days, and had decided to give the students a holiday on those days. He had been conducting Chapel service that morning, he said, and President Hibben had handed him an announcement to make that owing to the suspension of class exercises on Saturday there would be no daily Chapel service on Saturday morning. "Shades of Doctor McCosh!" was Doc Spaeth's comment.-3- I enjoyed the evening thoroughly. I also enjoyed the refreshments and got away--inter alia--with two doughnuts and three glasses of cider. The cider was quite soft, in spite of Frank Glick's asking me whether I was drinking some of that hard cider! I don't know whether he was just kidding me or whether he thought it was hard. As a matter of fact, quite a few in the crowd had something stronger than sweet cider. Bottles were very much in evidence, but probably in the old days such a gathering would have been very much wetter than this one was. Porter Gillespie of Pittsburgh, who is back in college this year--he used to be in our class, but he was kicked out of college last year for inability to resist the happiness that comes from ardent spirits--that comes to some people from them, I should say--Porter Gillespie on hand and happy as ever. He was happy on the side-ines on Saturday. There certainly was plenty of drinking around twon this last week-end. I think it is a sad reflection on the university men of the country that that is the way they like to celebrate those days of the year, as the Times put it for which one lives. Russ Forgan and Lou Tilden, whom you probably remember from "The Isle of Surprise", entertained the smoker with some songs to the accompaniment of the accordion. They certainly are excellent at the sort of thing. This years show is to be called "The Mummy in the Case". They are coming up to Boston in February. I hope they don't come during these trial midyears. Cort Parker and Lew Stevens and I stipped in at the Copley and walked through the lobby to see what Princeton men we could see there. A big dance was going on there in honor of the occasion. I didn't see any men that I knew--of any girls, either. I did see Helen Klee in the distance there the next evening. She was there with a friend of Bob Wormser's--at least she was walking around the lobby with him. I am quite sure she saw me; she immediately executed an about-face and headed off in another direction. She was all decked out in evening dress and a very red face to match her dress. I haven't seen Bob Wormser for a long time. It is just as well probably that I don't see him much, because we probably wouldn't get on too well if we did. As Mr. Wilson said of Secretary Lansing, his mind doesn't exactly run along with mine. What a childish bunch of Harvards he and his crew are! It was about midnight Friday-Saturday when I got back from the smoker. I was at breakfast before seven-thirty Saturday morning and then went down to South Station and met the Princeton bunch that came in. I found Bill Wasserman and brought him out here. I took him to my class with me. He wasn't less interested than I was. I never had any class hours pass so slowly as those two classes of mine did Saturday morning, and I have seldom been so absent mentally, either, at any classes at which I was physically present. It really would have been just as sensible to cut, because I certainy can't possibly have gotten anything out of them. I met Jack Strubing Saturday morning. He is working with some electric company in Philadelphia. He served as one of the linesmen at the game. He was quarterback last year, as I suppose you remember. he kicked the field goal in the Yale game. I found Mort here at ten o'clock. He had a Southerner with-4- him, a member of the congregation, a qualifier from the University of Virginia, who seems to be a very nice fellow. Mort says that the Union have agreed to pay the expenses of all visiting rabbis; they are letting him make his own arrangements. He has asked several men whom Doctor Goldenson wrote to--Stern of New Rochelle and Ettelson are coming next month, I think. Bill and I got cleaned up instead of eating lunch--we got a bar of chocolate and a chocolate malted milk on the way--and met Margaret and the friend whom she had invited for Bill at the Huntington Avenue station. There is a Wllesly special in to town every Saturday toward one, and I am told that everybody comes in every Saturday. We got out to the Stadium just a couple minutes before the kick-off. We could hardly get into the subway, it was so jammed. I suppose you have read all about the game. It was a great game to see, but it was another heart-breaker--not as much of a heart-breaker, perhaps, as last year, because we didn't really outplay Harvard as we did last year, but nevertheless it was might hard to see victory snatched away again. I think Harvard was very much more disapponted than we were, if that is any consolation. We have a wonderful team, but they were a little unsteady at a couple critical moments. Captain Callahan's passing was the thing, I think, that lost the game for us more than anything else. At several very disastrous moments his passing was so poor that it resulted either in a fumble by the back to whom the pass was to go or in his being unable to get away with anything and being tackled for a loss before he could get started. Don Lourie did some of the prettiest running that I have ever seen. Stan Keck was the real star of the game, though. The Crime said this morning that he played like "one possessed"; they called him the ubiquitous Keck. He certainly played all over that field. If he is in college another year, I suppose he'll be captain next year. He entered originally with 1921, but I think he only rates as a Junior this year. He is better at football than he is at books. The game Saturday, in spite of its unsatisfactory outcome, was certainly a wonderful game to watch; we simply have got to beat Yale next week. We went to the tea-dance at the Union after the game. It was very enjoyable. As a matter of fact, I don't think they served any tea; but there was ice-cream and cake. From there we went into Boston. We had dinner at the Hotel Brunswick near the Copley--Margaret, Agnes Friedman, Stix, Bill, and myself. After dinner--which we all enjoyed, none of us having had very much lunch--we went to theater at Copley Theater, the little repertory theater across the street from the Copley Plaza. It is a very delightful little theater; we all enjoyed the evening. Not many of the football crowd were at the theater--it has a quiet atmosphere of intelligence and culture that I like a lot. The play was "Nobody's Daughter". I have seen greater plays, but I enjoyed it. That is more than I can say of other plays that I have seen in the not distant past.-5- We waited in the lobby of the Copley Plaza until the Wellesley train time. Bill spent the time in a feverish attempt to write up his post-mortem on the game for the St. Louis Star. He thinks he is a newspaper correspondent. he seems to be making money at it; he showed me several checks from them. i saw Ev Case and George Tennant in the Copley. That seems to be quite a rendez-vous for visiting Princeton men. Bill wanted me to go out to Wellesley and spend the night out there with him. Margaret had a room for him at the Inn. He found out when he got there that it was a room with two beds. If I had known that, I might have gone; not knowing that, I thought I'd have a more comfortable night if I didn't. Stix and I had to get Bill's fool press report out after he left; so I just got the last subway train from Park Street at 12:30. The surface cars run all night, but the subway stops at that hour. I got up about nine o'clock and had a very good breakfast at Mem. Then I went into Boston and went to Temple. It was the opening Sunday service of the season. The Temple is certainly attractice and quite beautiful, I think, but I don't think the Rabbi proves a thing. He just babbles; he talks so fast that I think he talks before he thinks. He certainly made less than no impression on me. He had quite a fair crowd for the size of the building. The students who were present didn't look like a prize lot. The discourse had to do with the Pilgrim Tercentenary and its relation to the Jews--a good subject, but not very impressively handled. I wonder whether he tried to dazzle his audience or what, that he wears his Phi Beta Kappa key so conspicuously high on his vest that it shows very well over the reading desk. I am all against that sort of thing. I must say, if Temple weren't Temple, I don't think I'd be found there very often. After lunch Stix Friedman and his room-mate Albert Lippman of St. Louis and a cousin of his and of Bill's who is at Tech--Eugene Weil, also a St. Louisan, and a graduate of Washington University in the Class of 1920--and I went out to Wellesley. We met Bill and Margaret and Agnes Friedman out there, took a walk and sat around bickering. We didn't prove a lot, but we had a good time. We had dinner at the Inn. It certainly does some rushing business on Sunday evenings. Bill and I weren't the only Princeton men out there, either, by a long shot. We took the 8:54 train in and were back here at ten. Billy spent the night here. I got a bed for him in the study. We bickered until about midnight. We got up pretty early this morning. He went into Boston with Stix right after breakfast. I went back to the law. it was a good weekend. I don't want to have to send this letter by freight. I could probably tell you a lot more, but I'll quit for tonight. I have a seat on the Knickerbocker for Friday. That will give me a chance to get into Princeton at 8:26 that evening. A good many of the fellows are going down Wednesday night. I think it is wiser to rest up from one week-end before starting on the nest. Besides, I am supposed to be at law school.Mr. & Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Avenue, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. East End
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Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-11-08
Text: 14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 8, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I am gradually getting back--for a little while anyhow--to that which the President-elect calls "a state of Normalcy". I went for a run early in the afternoon and then came back and slept from my bath until dinner time--and believe me, I am going to sleep tonight. I have enjoyed the last few days immensely, but I don't know when I ever was so continuously on the go. But before I get to...
Show more14 Story Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, November 8, 1920. Dear Mother, Father, and Fan: I am gradually getting back--for a little while anyhow--to that which the President-elect calls "a state of Normalcy". I went for a run early in the afternoon and then came back and slept from my bath until dinner time--and believe me, I am going to sleep tonight. I have enjoyed the last few days immensely, but I don't know when I ever was so continuously on the go. But before I get to talking about the week-end, I want to get a few other things our of the way. In the first place, Father, I'm awfully sorry I didn't send you anything for your Harrisburg speech. When you first asked me to think about it, I couldn't think of a thing to suggest. Then all at once one evening I got an inspiration and I made some notes which I think I could have worked up into something very good--that is, very good for me. It is said that an honest confession is good for the soul--and so I might as well confess it, though it doesn't help you any and I am heartily ashamed of it and awfully sorry about it--I absolutely forgot all about it and it wasn't till just now, as I was rereading Mother's letter of Saturday which I had read very hastily this morning, that I realized that I had forgotten all about it. I am terribly sorry. I just wired to ask you whether you wanted the odd ticket for the game for Saturday. Cort Parker with whom I filed my cheering section application for the Yale game wanted it if you didn't, and if both you and he didn't want it, I wanted to send it in for redemption. For that purpose it ought to be in Princeton by Thursday forenoon. The cheering section seat is very good indeed. The other two were rotten. They were in the South Stand, that is, in temportary wooden stands at the open south end of the Stadium. I was particularly disappointed, because the same mail that brought those tickets brought a letter from Grace in which she said that she would be very glad to go to the game and that she was just as keen to see Yale beaten as I was. I know I don't want to see the game from the end of the field, and I don't want to ask her to see it from there if I can help it. So I chased into Boston immediately after lunch and caught Bill Wasserman at Back Bay station, where he was waiting for the Knickerbocker to go to New York. I gave him those two South Stand tickets, and he promised to get me two of his own bunch or two other good ones instead. He had offered to let me have two before I knew how I came out; so I hope the thing will work out all right. By the way, when you write on Friday and on Thursday of this week, address me in his care--W. S. Wasserman, 61 Campbell Hall. I am going to use his couch. He wants me to go home with him on Saturday night; I hardly think I will.-2- Grace said, by the way, that she had seen the Princeton-Oxford track meet in London this summer. She said it was awfully hard to keep the English rules of etiquette by sitting quietly as silent and composed onlookers. She said all that the English do to show their "Excitement was to clap feebly and occasionally whisper a scarecely audible, 'Well played, indeed!'" Bill Wasserman slept here last night. He was going into Boston this morning to see some exhibit at the Boston Museum of Art in connection with some are course that he is taking. He certainly has come to his senses on the religious question. He says that Silver Bay is entirely responsible for it. He went to Temple in Philadelphia on the holydays. He has been attending service regularly at Princeton--more than that, he has been trying to help the thing as much as he could. He went around canvassing for it. You should have heard him tell me last night about his visit to one cllub-ambitious Maranno who hopes to be able to fool others by making a fool of himself. He was very enthusiastic about Lazaron and not at all so about Solomon Foster who was doen a week ago. There were eighteen men at the second service, by the way, and twenty-eight at the first. The Dean has been away for some time and consequently was not present at the first service. So much for that, at least for the present. Now for the events of the last few days. The last time I wrote to you at length was, I think, last Friday afternoon. Several of us went down to the Stadium that afternoon and managed to get past the guards to serve as guards at the final secret practice before the game. It certainly was good to see the old Orange and Black. I saw Frank Glick on the field and had a short talk with him. He said he was Marse's guest at Westmoreland and at 372 recently. That evening Bill Wasserman's cousin--Stix Friedman of St. Louis, a Harvard 1922 man, who looks very much like Helen Milius and whose sister, 1924 at Wellesley, looks very much like Dorothy--and I went down to South Station to look for Bill who had wired that he was coming at eight-five. He meant Saturday morning, but he didn't say so. After waiting around there a little while, I went up to the Boston Athletic Club which is opposite the Hotel Lennox near Copley Square to the Princeton smoker. It was scheduled for 8 P. M. I got there in time for the beginning at 8:45. Good old Doc Spaeth spoke in his old form. He said the Faculty had given up as a hopeless job trying to hold classes on football big-game days, and had decided to give the students a holiday on those days. He had been conducting Chapel service that morning, he said, and President Hibben had handed him an announcement to make that owing to the suspension of class exercises on Saturday there would be no daily Chapel service on Saturday morning. "Shades of Doctor McCosh!" was Doc Spaeth's comment.-3- I enjoyed the evening thoroughly. I also enjoyed the refreshments and got away--inter alia--with two doughnuts and three glasses of cider. The cider was quite soft, in spite of Frank Glick's asking me whether I was drinking some of that hard cider! I don't know whether he was just kidding me or whether he thought it was hard. As a matter of fact, quite a few in the crowd had something stronger than sweet cider. Bottles were very much in evidence, but probably in the old days such a gathering would have been very much wetter than this one was. Porter Gillespie of Pittsburgh, who is back in college this year--he used to be in our class, but he was kicked out of college last year for inability to resist the happiness that comes from ardent spirits--that comes to some people from them, I should say--Porter Gillespie on hand and happy as ever. He was happy on the side-ines on Saturday. There certainly was plenty of drinking around twon this last week-end. I think it is a sad reflection on the university men of the country that that is the way they like to celebrate those days of the year, as the Times put it for which one lives. Russ Forgan and Lou Tilden, whom you probably remember from "The Isle of Surprise", entertained the smoker with some songs to the accompaniment of the accordion. They certainly are excellent at the sort of thing. This years show is to be called "The Mummy in the Case". They are coming up to Boston in February. I hope they don't come during these trial midyears. Cort Parker and Lew Stevens and I stipped in at the Copley and walked through the lobby to see what Princeton men we could see there. A big dance was going on there in honor of the occasion. I didn't see any men that I knew--of any girls, either. I did see Helen Klee in the distance there the next evening. She was there with a friend of Bob Wormser's--at least she was walking around the lobby with him. I am quite sure she saw me; she immediately executed an about-face and headed off in another direction. She was all decked out in evening dress and a very red face to match her dress. I haven't seen Bob Wormser for a long time. It is just as well probably that I don't see him much, because we probably wouldn't get on too well if we did. As Mr. Wilson said of Secretary Lansing, his mind doesn't exactly run along with mine. What a childish bunch of Harvards he and his crew are! It was about midnight Friday-Saturday when I got back from the smoker. I was at breakfast before seven-thirty Saturday morning and then went down to South Station and met the Princeton bunch that came in. I found Bill Wasserman and brought him out here. I took him to my class with me. He wasn't less interested than I was. I never had any class hours pass so slowly as those two classes of mine did Saturday morning, and I have seldom been so absent mentally, either, at any classes at which I was physically present. It really would have been just as sensible to cut, because I certainy can't possibly have gotten anything out of them. I met Jack Strubing Saturday morning. He is working with some electric company in Philadelphia. He served as one of the linesmen at the game. He was quarterback last year, as I suppose you remember. he kicked the field goal in the Yale game. I found Mort here at ten o'clock. He had a Southerner with-4- him, a member of the congregation, a qualifier from the University of Virginia, who seems to be a very nice fellow. Mort says that the Union have agreed to pay the expenses of all visiting rabbis; they are letting him make his own arrangements. He has asked several men whom Doctor Goldenson wrote to--Stern of New Rochelle and Ettelson are coming next month, I think. Bill and I got cleaned up instead of eating lunch--we got a bar of chocolate and a chocolate malted milk on the way--and met Margaret and the friend whom she had invited for Bill at the Huntington Avenue station. There is a Wllesly special in to town every Saturday toward one, and I am told that everybody comes in every Saturday. We got out to the Stadium just a couple minutes before the kick-off. We could hardly get into the subway, it was so jammed. I suppose you have read all about the game. It was a great game to see, but it was another heart-breaker--not as much of a heart-breaker, perhaps, as last year, because we didn't really outplay Harvard as we did last year, but nevertheless it was might hard to see victory snatched away again. I think Harvard was very much more disapponted than we were, if that is any consolation. We have a wonderful team, but they were a little unsteady at a couple critical moments. Captain Callahan's passing was the thing, I think, that lost the game for us more than anything else. At several very disastrous moments his passing was so poor that it resulted either in a fumble by the back to whom the pass was to go or in his being unable to get away with anything and being tackled for a loss before he could get started. Don Lourie did some of the prettiest running that I have ever seen. Stan Keck was the real star of the game, though. The Crime said this morning that he played like "one possessed"; they called him the ubiquitous Keck. He certainly played all over that field. If he is in college another year, I suppose he'll be captain next year. He entered originally with 1921, but I think he only rates as a Junior this year. He is better at football than he is at books. The game Saturday, in spite of its unsatisfactory outcome, was certainly a wonderful game to watch; we simply have got to beat Yale next week. We went to the tea-dance at the Union after the game. It was very enjoyable. As a matter of fact, I don't think they served any tea; but there was ice-cream and cake. From there we went into Boston. We had dinner at the Hotel Brunswick near the Copley--Margaret, Agnes Friedman, Stix, Bill, and myself. After dinner--which we all enjoyed, none of us having had very much lunch--we went to theater at Copley Theater, the little repertory theater across the street from the Copley Plaza. It is a very delightful little theater; we all enjoyed the evening. Not many of the football crowd were at the theater--it has a quiet atmosphere of intelligence and culture that I like a lot. The play was "Nobody's Daughter". I have seen greater plays, but I enjoyed it. That is more than I can say of other plays that I have seen in the not distant past.-5- We waited in the lobby of the Copley Plaza until the Wellesley train time. Bill spent the time in a feverish attempt to write up his post-mortem on the game for the St. Louis Star. He thinks he is a newspaper correspondent. he seems to be making money at it; he showed me several checks from them. i saw Ev Case and George Tennant in the Copley. That seems to be quite a rendez-vous for visiting Princeton men. Bill wanted me to go out to Wellesley and spend the night out there with him. Margaret had a room for him at the Inn. He found out when he got there that it was a room with two beds. If I had known that, I might have gone; not knowing that, I thought I'd have a more comfortable night if I didn't. Stix and I had to get Bill's fool press report out after he left; so I just got the last subway train from Park Street at 12:30. The surface cars run all night, but the subway stops at that hour. I got up about nine o'clock and had a very good breakfast at Mem. Then I went into Boston and went to Temple. It was the opening Sunday service of the season. The Temple is certainly attractice and quite beautiful, I think, but I don't think the Rabbi proves a thing. He just babbles; he talks so fast that I think he talks before he thinks. He certainly made less than no impression on me. He had quite a fair crowd for the size of the building. The students who were present didn't look like a prize lot. The discourse had to do with the Pilgrim Tercentenary and its relation to the Jews--a good subject, but not very impressively handled. I wonder whether he tried to dazzle his audience or what, that he wears his Phi Beta Kappa key so conspicuously high on his vest that it shows very well over the reading desk. I am all against that sort of thing. I must say, if Temple weren't Temple, I don't think I'd be found there very often. After lunch Stix Friedman and his room-mate Albert Lippman of St. Louis and a cousin of his and of Bill's who is at Tech--Eugene Weil, also a St. Louisan, and a graduate of Washington University in the Class of 1920--and I went out to Wellesley. We met Bill and Margaret and Agnes Friedman out there, took a walk and sat around bickering. We didn't prove a lot, but we had a good time. We had dinner at the Inn. It certainly does some rushing business on Sunday evenings. Bill and I weren't the only Princeton men out there, either, by a long shot. We took the 8:54 train in and were back here at ten. Billy spent the night here. I got a bed for him in the study. We bickered until about midnight. We got up pretty early this morning. He went into Boston with Stix right after breakfast. I went back to the law. it was a good weekend. I don't want to have to send this letter by freight. I could probably tell you a lot more, but I'll quit for tonight. I have a seat on the Knickerbocker for Friday. That will give me a chance to get into Princeton at 8:26 that evening. A good many of the fellows are going down Wednesday night. I think it is wiser to rest up from one week-end before starting on the nest. Besides, I am supposed to be at law school.Mr. & Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Avenue, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. East End
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-11-02
Text: 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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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-11-15]
Text: Dear Mother + Father, It is bitter cold and snowing. I wish my coat would come. I'll probably write a letter tonight. I have a lot to do now. Love, Fannie[This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-11-10]
Text: Wed. Dear M + F. One grand rush. Love, Fannie[This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-11-13]
Text: Dear Mother + Father, I am going for a walk now. It is gorgeous today. I worked this morning. My Corona will arrive this aft. Love, Fannie[This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-11-01
Text: 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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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-10-30
Text: Dear Mother + Father; Oct 30. I don't know what you are talking about in your letter, Father. I don't remember writing about being tired, but if I said I was, I must have been. There is no change in the way I feel over what I re-ported yesterday. It's queer + incidentally, must uncom-fortable. I hope it's temporary! I have been working all day in [libe] on loads of Eng. reading + a [fince] history topic. Mother, I just this minute realized that Senior Parlor opening is...
Show moreDear Mother + Father; Oct 30. I don't know what you are talking about in your letter, Father. I don't remember writing about being tired, but if I said I was, I must have been. There is no change in the way I feel over what I re-ported yesterday. It's queer + incidentally, must uncom-fortable. I hope it's temporary! I have been working all day in [libe] on loads of Eng. reading + a [fince] history topic. Mother, I just this minute realized that Senior Parlor opening is next Sat. night + I must have an evening dress for it. IF you won't be home, have Aunt Hattie send the blue or orange + orange stockings special P.D.Q. If it can't be let [it], send it as is and I'll manage [something]!Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, c/o Hotel [Geaymor], Atlantic City, N.J.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-10-14
Text: Oct. 14, 1920 Dear Mother + Father, I just came from a French Club meeting. We are going to have a 2 day drive ([Gag] Day) to raise $500 for shoeless children of France. The request came from a Vassar graduate, who is doing work over there. We are going to have the tags in the form of shoes, and have a desk in the soap palace on which will be placed a very large cardboard shoe. The money will be dropped into it. We will ahve real shoes on a table in the halls those two days to catch people as...
Show moreOct. 14, 1920 Dear Mother + Father, I just came from a French Club meeting. We are going to have a 2 day drive ([Gag] Day) to raise $500 for shoeless children of France. The request came from a Vassar graduate, who is doing work over there. We are going to have the tags in the form of shoes, and have a desk in the soap palace on which will be placed a very large cardboard shoe. The money will be dropped into it. We will ahve real shoes on a table in the halls those two days to catch people as they come out from dinner. Then we are going to have large posters. I have charge of getting people to make them. Most of the ideas, at least, a good part of them, originated with yours truly. What do you think of them? The result of an English and a history cut was only one class this morning. I [worked] on my history topic this morning. I have all the material, but I have to arrange it this evening. The Spanish conference yesterday consisted of read-ing a long list of words (for purposes of pronunciation correction), and talking a little. [EC] still interestsme very much. It certainly is not hard. I have a huge am't of Eng-lish reading for Monday. I have lab this afternoon. It tires me, but I don't think much more than it would even if I were perfectly well. We had a meeting of '22 and '26 of Davison last night, in connection with our [stunt] party, which is coming off next Friday night. I think it will be pretty good. Me for my [Corona] nex ttime. I am spoiled. Has Gdpa. been sick again? R.S.V.P. honestly.Why did Aunt B. come? [Paps], is your right hand sore or is your pen broken? Love, Fannie What about your trip East?
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-10-04
Text: Oct. 4. Dear Mother + Father, Received 2 letters from you, Mother, + 1 from you, M.A, this A.M. We had our first Ec lecture in Assembly Hall this morning. Spanish still travels at the rate of a mile a minute. I certainly was strong in expecting an easy course. I have to read another [churad] book for tomorrow. Just came from chem lab + discovered, that we had not! Hurrah! I have to get up a 3 minute speech for English Speech tomorrow. Love, Fannie [This side of card is for address] Mr. and...
Show moreOct. 4. Dear Mother + Father, Received 2 letters from you, Mother, + 1 from you, M.A, this A.M. We had our first Ec lecture in Assembly Hall this morning. Spanish still travels at the rate of a mile a minute. I certainly was strong in expecting an easy course. I have to read another [churad] book for tomorrow. Just came from chem lab + discovered, that we had not! Hurrah! I have to get up a 3 minute speech for English Speech tomorrow. Love, Fannie [This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-10-08]
Text: Dear Father + Mother, I'm sorry I missed the mail, but this is lab day. F.[This side of card is for address] Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-10-01
Text: Dear Father + Mother, I slept most of the morning. It is a gorgeous day today, so I am going to try my luck at walking. I expect to do some history this afternoon. Will write later. Love, Fannie Oct. 1.Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-10-09]
Text: [postmarked 9 oct 1920] Dear Mother: My interview with Dr. Baldwin was not particularly satisfactory. Briefly, I asked her whether she uses a disinfectant on the cotton first. She said she did, but it is beyond me how she does, or rather, when she puts it there. She ways that she makes up bottles of 25% solution of argyrol in the infirmary, because that is what she uses for other purposes there. Then, when she gives me the treatment, (immediately before putting the argyrol into the catheter)...
Show more[postmarked 9 oct 1920] Dear Mother: My interview with Dr. Baldwin was not particularly satisfactory. Briefly, I asked her whether she uses a disinfectant on the cotton first. She said she did, but it is beyond me how she does, or rather, when she puts it there. She ways that she makes up bottles of 25% solution of argyrol in the infirmary, because that is what she uses for other purposes there. Then, when she gives me the treatment, (immediately before putting the argyrol into the catheter) she dilutes the 25% to 10%). The letter which I brought from home told her to boil the catheter every time). She said that even when everything is sterile and disinfected, there is no guarantee that an infection cannot get into the bladder, because there is no way of proving whether so-called sterile things really are sterile, and that if I were to get another infection into my bladder which is already infected, she would not consider it her fault or the fault of the one giving the treatment. She says she has seen that happen in hospitals even when every precaution has been taken, and probably Dr. Z. has seen it, too. She said it had never happened to anyone that she has treated as yet though. She said that that is a risk which the person receiving this sort of treatment risks. R. S. V. P. about all this. I have felt as good for the last four days as I did when I left home.I have written to Fannie several times referring to her blood for [treatment] and [suggesting] that she [hooks] up with you the [Monday in which Dr Z plans upon slingskin of the etc etc From the little she has said in reply] I imagine she has [hesitated about talking to you and I am nervous writing direct feeling soon that you will understand that if I lay under supheses upon what you be already doing without any suggestion from me, it is because of my over anxiety concerning Fannie. Thats a way mothers have said I know you will make allowances for my nervousness about her. I am always so fearful of further infection and while I know that seems] when all precautions are used there is still a [minimum] of danger, we want to keep the possibility to the minimum [dont we]. Dr. Z was always [anxous that] [Express appreciation] - happy to feel she is her charge etc.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: 1920-09-28
Text: Sept. 28, 1920. Dear Mother + Father, I stayed in Main with Lucy for lunch + now it is raining, so I'll stay here for awhile. The dining-room here certainly is packed + noisy. Well, I had Chem. this morning. Prof. [Moneton] is a sleepy schelmibl (?). He is somewhat like windy [Gorgas] in his line of talk. I also had Miss Salmon this morning for the first time. She has a sense ofhumor, all right. She sent the girl nearest the door to the toor to shut it. The girl could not do it, so she...
Show moreSept. 28, 1920. Dear Mother + Father, I stayed in Main with Lucy for lunch + now it is raining, so I'll stay here for awhile. The dining-room here certainly is packed + noisy. Well, I had Chem. this morning. Prof. [Moneton] is a sleepy schelmibl (?). He is somewhat like windy [Gorgas] in his line of talk. I also had Miss Salmon this morning for the first time. She has a sense ofhumor, all right. She sent the girl nearest the door to the toor to shut it. The girl could not do it, so she gave instructions + made fun of her as though she were in kindergarten. We spent most of the time discussing the meaning of patriotism + American-ization. The two brightest girls in the Senior class are in our class (one the junior xyz), lots of other seniors, + bright juniors! Gee- In english we discussed the present [meahing] of theword "romance" (in lit-erature, Father.) For Friday we have to read "The Rescue" Conrad. I wish the print had been large enough for me to read it in the hospital. By the way, Dr. B. performed her task satisfactorily Sunday night. I [felt] good yesterday, but not so good today. Yesterday was a terribly [strenous] day, though. How about those Ec books? As usual, I am in a hurry. Love, FannieI think I answered all your questions yesterday.
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: [1920-09-27]
Text: Monday Dear Mother, I am eigth in line waiting (in a chair) in the dean's office, in the hope of having Spanish changed from 1:45 [on] Mon. Wed. + Friday to a morning class. Isn't that provoking, after the answer to my request? Otherwise my schedules good. I have lab 6 + 7 hrs. (to 3:45) on Mon + Thurs. Everything else is in the morning. Convocation was notnearly as impressive as last year. Perhaps it was because last year was my first experience. Prof. Taylor, who was in Europe...
Show moreMonday Dear Mother, I am eigth in line waiting (in a chair) in the dean's office, in the hope of having Spanish changed from 1:45 [on] Mon. Wed. + Friday to a morning class. Isn't that provoking, after the answer to my request? Otherwise my schedules good. I have lab 6 + 7 hrs. (to 3:45) on Mon + Thurs. Everything else is in the morning. Convocation was notnearly as impressive as last year. Perhaps it was because last year was my first experience. Prof. Taylor, who was in Europe three years, <made> delivered the address. Prexie gave his usual line. My 3rd. trunk [ba] come. The excitement of arranging schedules + getting to classes was very tiring. (Two hours later.) Schedule satisfactorily arranged. The reason they did not give me what I asked for (it was a little [inconvenient] for them to do so,) is that health is a [bluff] excuse forweek-ends + she wanted to be satisfied that it was really necessary. Just came back from chem lab where desks, instruments etc. were checked [we] have the famous Mr. Kilpatrick. My rug came. Janitor got me an iron bed. I knew it. Please look + see what Ec books Pete has. If he has [Sebjmars, Jaussig, Seege, Marshal, Clay, <[Field]> Carvel] (please send immediately + let me know. Otherwise I [mush] get some. [Greataasle], Fannie
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-09-27]
Text: Dear Father, Thank goodness my schedule is fixed right and the first classes are over. I am awfully tired. Received the long letter. Me for a sleep. Love, FanMr. Marcus Aaron, Hotel Commodore, New York, N.Y.

Creator: Aaron, Lester
Date: 1920-05-08
Text: [23 May 1923?] Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I'm sorry I haven't had time to write the last two days, but I have been very busy. I saw Miss Gibson in the libe yesterday, and she told me to include a phase of the subject in my topic that I hadn't, so I had to spend today writing that. I finished it completely, 110 pages. The Table of Contents looks just like a book. It gives me a thrill every time I look at it! I was the first to finish. It breaks my heart to think of not...
Show more[23 May 1923?] Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: I'm sorry I haven't had time to write the last two days, but I have been very busy. I saw Miss Gibson in the libe yesterday, and she told me to include a phase of the subject in my topic that I hadn't, so I had to spend today writing that. I finished it completely, 110 pages. The Table of Contents looks just like a book. It gives me a thrill every time I look at it! I was the first to finish. It breaks my heart to think of not having a copy of it, but Millsy keeps them on file, as they are "contributions to economic knowledge" (!), and I simply did not have time to make a copy. And the motto of it is, type accurately so that making carbon copies won't take extra time. The most important communication I have is one which you are on no account to overlook, and that is to deposit some money for me. I paid the semester bill--extras, infirmary charges, etc.--and am most poverty-struck as a consequence. Please don't forget, as I don't want to overdraw my account. Also get them to send my cancelled checks while you're at it. Mother, please keep reminding Father as long as necessary. I started my Tolerance exam-topic today. I'm investigating the "I. W. W." I'm going to base my drama exam either on "Anna Christie" andI answered [I.R. Suttlement] by saying I didn't know my summer plans + - was sorry not to be able to accept; etc. Helen tells me that she heard that 195 were invited to Louise's wedding and 295 are sore that they were not invited, among them--the Edgar Lewins, Carl Kaufmanns, Walter Baer, Ed Benswangers, etc. Ruth Helen Kaufmann was giving a bridge for Louise with Pauline Lewin, and called it off when the invites came out. Haha! Also Jane's friend, A Benjamin, who came all the way here to see her last year and was the cause of her Pittsburgh visit, announced his engagement. Further gossip of interest to you? When Jane told me Leon was coming here, she said "The cream of Pgh."! Give me the scum!I Puritan attack on
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: May 11 [postmarked 1920-05-17]
Text: Dear Mother. Too late to write. [more] tomorrow. Father called up last night. Love, Fannie May [11-]Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 Winebiddle Ave. Pittsburgh Pa.

Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-05-09]
Text: [postmarked 9 May 1920] Dear Mother and Father: There is not much new to tell you this evening. Since writing the special to you, I have read five hours worth of French. In two more I will have covered half of Monday's assignment, which is all I intend to do. I should not have done as much as I did today had it not been that the book was intensely interesting. That sounds like Pete. At least we have gotten down to some good modern authors. I staid in bed, not because I felt badly, but...
Show more[postmarked 9 May 1920] Dear Mother and Father: There is not much new to tell you this evening. Since writing the special to you, I have read five hours worth of French. In two more I will have covered half of Monday's assignment, which is all I intend to do. I should not have done as much as I did today had it not been that the book was intensely interesting. That sounds like Pete. At least we have gotten down to some good modern authors. I staid in bed, not because I felt badly, but because I knew it would rain all day and I wanted to read most of the day anyhow. In spite of the fact that I staid in bed, I felt worse at the end of the day than at the beginning. It is a funny business. The Workshop Plays that were given last week were repeated in Students' tonight as a partial compensation for the disappointment of the guests who came for Third Hall. I understand that we will not be allowed to have them next week. The faculty think that it will interfere too much with our academic standing. Lucy and I were passing Josselyn last night when we got a sudden desire to go up and see Miss Wills. Lucy is just about as nutty about her as I am. it would have been the most enjoyable visit had we not found three other members of the faculty, including Miss Cowley, there. It would have been a most enjoyable visit, if I had not been so ill-at-ease. Miss Cowley just gets fits of sitting and staring at you sometimes without saying a word. She did it last night, all right. I would have given anything to duck, but it could not be did. Miss Wells certainly was nice, but even so, I would prefer to have her alone. Anyhow, she called me Miss Aaron, and I did not want her to do that. I heard she will not be here next year. That would take a little of the glory of taking more math, I must confess. I suppose she is going to study for her Ph. D. squared. I don't know how many degrees she wants. Miss Cowley told Lucy the other day that she worked her way through college. Did you know that? She did not get less than an A in her four years, and she tutored fifteen hours every week and had a waiting list. She looked sort of nice last night. I guess she might have been on the Daisy chain. Mother, how long am I to continue with the medicine? I have six empty bottle here. Which would be cheaper, to send them home in their cases, or to get new ones? I mean, or course, to send them to the laundry. R. S. V. P. I am to go to see Miss Cowley tomorrow afternoon. I am anxious to hear what you have to say about the courses. I will not have what would e termed a snap course next year, it seems to me. However as far as amount of time is concerned, I think it is a toss-up between the second English course and Math. Argumentation still sounds good to me, and I thought about it for a whole twnety-four[sic] hours now! There is one thing that I might do to make the course easier, substitute psychology for economics. It is supposed to me much easier and to take far less time. You know some Freshmen take it. What would you think of that? The only thing is, I rather imagine I would want to continue with more economics that which psychology, and therefore it would be wiser to start that first. What do you think on the subject. As I said many times before, there is not much else new. Love, Fannie.[inc w/ pm 9 May 1920] Mother, In accordance with your instructions, I have invested in a gingham dress yesterday. Lucy told me that the exhibit immediately across from North had some very pretty things, and the fact that it has been so warm lately and that I did not know how soon you could have the things at home fixed made me feel that it might be a good idea. I have a feeling that I will hate the dress, but I liked it yesterday. It was a queer sensation to buy a dress without you, so you must not make fun of it if you don't like it. Even if I don't it will be good enough to wear around the golf links. It cost the enormous sum of thirteen dollars, with a twenty per cent reduction, at that. I suppose that is cheap this year. It is a rather lively pink plaid, with blig[sic] white collars and cuffs, and a black bow. it must have been a joke. The white skirts were all tight in the waist, and it would take ten days to get one if they took my measurement. Besides which, the materials were sort of cheap looking, so I think it is best for you to get material at home and have them made when I come home. The place you said to go does not have much, I don't think. Love,
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Creator: Aaron, Fannie
Date: n.d. [postmarked 1920-05-08]
Text: Dear Mother and Father, I have another inspiration today about English. I just discovered last night that Argumentation is open to sophomores. I thought that you had to have a writing course as a prerequisite. Lucy says it is a fine course, she is sorry she did not take it. Also, most of the people who take it make debate!!!!! What is your idea on the subject? R.S.V.P., immediately. I must confess it appeals to me loads more than critical writing. That is sort of a duty course, but...
Show moreDear Mother and Father, I have another inspiration today about English. I just discovered last night that Argumentation is open to sophomores. I thought that you had to have a writing course as a prerequisite. Lucy says it is a fine course, she is sorry she did not take it. Also, most of the people who take it make debate!!!!! What is your idea on the subject? R.S.V.P., immediately. I must confess it appeals to me loads more than critical writing. That is sort of a duty course, but argumentation appeals to me. <Both> Also I was talking to [2 people] who took Crit. Writ. + they both siad it was not what it is cracked up to be. Do you think it (argumentation) is worth giving up the fun of math next yr for? I think [I do]. [And then] - you know me and [debate]. R.S.V.P. I must hurry to get this letter off. I don't think I'll III Hall will be tonight - it is raining. I'll write a [real] letter this aft. Love, Earickeloo
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