and shirt-waists and little black ties. After the show they came in with a big basket in which were twelve bottles of ginger-ale and pretzels! It was a grand surprise and tasted mighty good. We took some flash lights and if they turn out well we’ll have some. Here is one of the songs, to the tune of The Mocking Bird.
We’re waiting now for a flunk-note
And we won’t have to wait so very long.
Chorus
Listen to the flunking-bird
You can hear his flunk-notes any time of the year.
Listen to the flunking-bird
His flunk notes came out strong and sharp and clear
Last night the Seniors gave a funny play, sort of class day effect, called Princess Pingpong, and when we got home from that, we helped Ella Mayer eat a gorgeous birthday cake.
This morning I went to church and heard a beautiful sermon, and said goodbye to Mr Dudley and Mr Hopkins, I wish I could bring Mr Hopkins with me, I like him better than any minister I’ve ever heard. He is always good, he has a beautiful voice, and never disappoints one. His English and his way of saying things are perfect, and though he never “gets funny” he is fully as cheerful and optimistic as Dr [Quayle].
I have to go and make some farewell calls this afternoon so bye bye
Slews of love
To you and dad
Peg.