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January 21, 1923
Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
This is the first Sunday morning this year I have gotten up in time for breakfast--hope the rest of the day continues as energetic. I am about to return to that darn philosphy, and am deferring the dreaded momentas long possible.
The coasting wonderful yesterday, from the very topcof Sunset to the bottom without stopping once. I did that for an hour and a half, and spent the rest of the afternoon philosophying.
Heard a punk lecture on the political situation in Great Britain last night, by Mr. A. P. Wilson, former member of Parliament. He is without doubt the worst public speaker I have ever heard.
Our Tolerance class are up in arms about the injustice of giving us that exam paper one week before it is due, when we have to prepare for all our other exams the same week. If we had done any work all semester we could kick, but this way we don't feel we can. There are six questions, each a semester topic in itself. It certainly takes the joy out of life.
Wishing you otherwise, I am,
Your overworked Earickeloo
Let me know if you still plan to stay in New York.
Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
This is the first Sunday morning this year I have gotten up in time for breakfast--hope the rest of the day continues as energetic. I am about to return to that darn philosphy, and am deferring the dreaded momentas long possible.
The coasting wonderful yesterday, from the very topcof Sunset to the bottom without stopping once. I did that for an hour and a half, and spent the rest of the afternoon philosophying.
Heard a punk lecture on the political situation in Great Britain last night, by Mr. A. P. Wilson, former member of Parliament. He is without doubt the worst public speaker I have ever heard.
Our Tolerance class are up in arms about the injustice of giving us that exam paper one week before it is due, when we have to prepare for all our other exams the same week. If we had done any work all semester we could kick, but this way we don't feel we can. There are six questions, each a semester topic in itself. It certainly takes the joy out of life.
Wishing you otherwise, I am,
Your overworked Earickeloo
Let me know if you still plan to stay in New York.
