Sunday Evening,
April 30, 1916.My dearest John,
This has been the warmest, most beautiful day we have had so far this spring. It is nice and cool this evening, and Doris and I have just been for a pleasant little walk. We went down to the Infirmary, but it was too late for us to see Inez. She is gaining a little every day now, and hopes to be sitting up this week.
I didn't go to Bible class this morning, but went to church as usual. The preacher was Hugh Black, of Union Theological Seminary. After church Bertha and I went to walk until nearly dinnertime. This afternoon I read and wrote letters and went to Y. W. A Miss Knapp, of the class of '94, told of her experiences in a Mission for Armenians in Van, Turkey. About a year ago this city was the scene of a terrible battle between the Turks and Armenians, and later between the Russians and the Turks. In the most calm and simple manner she told of the terribly harrowing experiences they passed through, and you wondered more than once how any human beings could have survived.
Miss Holden's father is visiting her over Sunday, and staying here in Porter. They seem to have jolly times at her table when he is there. I heard to-day that Kenneth is coming down for Senior Dance with Dorothy Williams, who is quite a friend of Miss Holden's.
Friday night we had a Students' League meeting to elect the president and vice president for next year. The other officers had already been elected. We were all very much pleased that Ernestine Hall was elected president. At the close of the meeting all the girls lined up outside with lighted torches, and sang while the new officers were escorted to an automobile which was waiting, all decorated for the occasion. All the three lower classes followed the machine around to the various halls, singing and cheering, while we seniors stayed behind for a belated class meeting.
Yesterday afternoon I studied some, and had a nap, and studied in the evening. This promises to be quite a busy week. Tuesday we are to have an informal debate in Heredity class, everyone taking part, on the question of "the inheritance of acquired characters." Wednesday we have a quiz in Genetic Psychology.
Senior rope-jumping comes at five o'clock to-morrow afternoon, weather permitting. We had another sing yesterday afternoon, and after it was over we had a group picture taken of all the engaged girls in our class - that is, all whose engagement has been announced, eleven of us. This picture will probably appear in the class book, if it comes out well. I guess I'm proud to belong to such a celebrated and exclusive assembly. One of our number, Emily McKnight, has been sporting her man around to-day, but I must say I wasn't particularly struck by his appearance. I dare say I am rather critical and hard to suit, though.
Dearest John, I've been thinking about you a lot to-day, as I always do on Sunday, and it's so nice to have the right to think about you all I want to, and to know that you are thinking too.
Good night, dearest one, with a heart full of love for you,
your own Alethe.