Dear Mother + Father: My trunk is not here yet, and I have nothing to say, so I won't write a letter. Please send the implement of torture for my face in my laundry, mother. Don't send "[Lorna Durce]" - I won't used it. We were told today that our exam is to be on the poems of Masefield's book entitled "Enslaved" excepting the poem
"Enslaved." I talked to Miss [Cowley] for an hr. last night about my proposed change in elections. I decided today to make no change. I hope I stay decided. Love, Fannie, Jan. 6
Mr. + Mrs. Marcus Aaron, 402 S. Winebiddle Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa.