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Dear Jennie,- It's almost time for 1917's college days to be over; and yet, I feel as Keats wrote of something else - "And can I ever bid these joys farewell? Yes, I must pass them for a nobler life, Where I may find the agonies, the strife Of human hearts:" - and I want to do my little to make things better, don't you see? I'm wishing for you lots more than I could ever write. |
| Yours ever lovingly, Kate. |