A Letter Written on Sep 22, 1902

Templeton, Mass.
Sept. 22, 1902.

Dear Lucy:-

I have read your letter and decided that is a good thing that you can not come in contact with any more masculinities. for you seem to be very frivolous for a college student. I expected to hear that you were deep in ponderous tomes with a scrowl [sic] of deep thought upon your brow, and lo, - the very first thing I read was that you were expecting callers.

I suppose you are twenty now. You are no longer in your teens Well, may you be happy in your college life, and may have you enjoy good health is my very sincere wish.

Amber has caused us all deep and lasting trouble. We do not know whether he tried to get acquainted with a skunk, or whether the skunk thought a little of his eau de cologne woods' tears from Amber in to a Beau Brummel. but sufficient, indeed, was the acquaintance. Amber said in one morning during the breakfast hour and very shortly he sailed out but not quite so dignified as he came in. His heart is nearly broken. No warm stove to sleep behind, no caresses, and his meals are placed on the door-step.

The Y.P.U. are going to commence and I have got [to] inflect two piano solos upon the audience.

I am haveing [sic] a "War of Independance." [sic] Between myself and rose-lice. They have been treated to sulpho-to-bacco soap, suds, bug death and various other things. and still some survive. They are certainly as tough as the army at Valley Forge.

I made pop corn balls yesterday and if my automobile was in out of the repair shop would take a spin down to Mt. Holyoke and bring you a couple, but you can imagine you have received and eaten them.

With love
Edie

I will save your present until you come home Thanksgiving.