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November 11, 1921
Dear, Mother, Father, and Pete:
I slept till eight-thirty tonight (that's the way I felt when I woke up--I mean this morning, though), and felt like a new person. We had a fire-drill at eleven last night.
It is now eleven-thirty, and I have been doing debate with the team ever since I emerged from my room. I surely will be glad when tomorrow night is over. I don't feel as though we are getting anywhere with all these practices and discussions.
I was going to work all day, but the morning is gone already!
There is nothing new or interesting to tell you.
Love,
Fannie
Dear, Mother, Father, and Pete:
I slept till eight-thirty tonight (that's the way I felt when I woke up--I mean this morning, though), and felt like a new person. We had a fire-drill at eleven last night.
It is now eleven-thirty, and I have been doing debate with the team ever since I emerged from my room. I surely will be glad when tomorrow night is over. I don't feel as though we are getting anywhere with all these practices and discussions.
I was going to work all day, but the morning is gone already!
There is nothing new or interesting to tell you.
Love,
Fannie
