Sunday Oct 19, 1902.
Dearest Mamie
Where is my Sunday letter? And why haven’t I gotten a letter from you in I don’t know how long?
I haven’t a thing to write about. I had Claribel Kahn to dinner with me to day and have just washed my hair. Tuesday I am going to dinner with Nora Taggart. Yesterday I read about seventy pages of a


book on Economics by president Hadley of Yale, and it is more interesting than I can say. I am doing this to find out something about labour problems in general before tackling the particular one of the strike. The thing I like about argumentation is that we do everything ourselves. The instructor merely gives a subject to eight girls and they take sides, divide up the subject, and find out


about it in whatever way they can. The knowledge that the whole class will hear the result of your work, and the wish to have your side win, make your work hard.
Last night M. Starr had some eats and I ate so much that I feel a little headachey to day, so perhaps that is the reason that I did not enjoy Bishop Satarly (can’t spell it) of Washington in chapel this morning, but I didn’t and I thought he looked ridiculous in his bishop’s garb of black, white, red, and orange, and we knelt and rose till I was simply exhausted. I shall go to prayer meeting to night and get some simple religion.
How is daddykins. Give him just slews of love
With love to yourself
Peg.


2nd Edition - Mon. morn.
Here is a letter I’ve just gotten from Hilda, and I think it worthy of her, generous and sincere. I am as sorry as she if there is to be a break in her friendship with Eloise. Eloise in her letter to me asked me if I knew that Hilda had deserted Miss Colgan, and I wrote her a twenty page letter, ignoring the question entirely. It was so


plainly asked and so plainly not answered that I don’t know whether I was wise or not. It’s a pity Miss Colgan doesn’t see that it would be better for herself in the end if she kept still. I’m afraid she’ll get everyone down on Hilda, and make any number of people unhappy. I’d like to tell her what I think of her.
Send Hilda’s letter


back. I just got yours and am awfully glad you had such a good time at the house show
Farewell
Peg.


Here is a verse of Ruth’s apropos of a debate on “Railroads” which she is to lead next Friday.


When girls go home for Christmas vacation
The railroads give them a rebate
But when they go to argumentation
The railroads give them a debate.


And here is another of hers, a parody on the song called “On a Sunday afternoon” -- over.


On next Friday afternoon
On next Friday afternoon
Would I were in Greenland or far away
In Africa’s forests or Hudson’s Bay --
On next Friday afternoon
You will see this maiden swoon!
Not a thought in my head,
And I’ll wish I were dead,
On next Friday afternoon.


Here is a verse written by Ruth’s sixteen year old sister which I think is worthy of Edward Leat: --
I knew a young person at noontide
Who in a large pudding her spoon plied
A most terrible pain
Drove her nearly insane
And in a hospital she soon died.


Penny and C Kahn, Nora Taggart
Eloise + Hilda + Miss Colgan
OCT 19 - 1902
POUGHKEEPSIE, N.Y. OCT 20 5[PM] 1902
Miss Shipp
1010 N. Delaware St
Indianapolis
Indiana


INDIANAPOLIS, IND. OCT 21 11-PM 1902