Mt. Holyoke College
South Hadley, Mass.
Dearest Muddikins -
Irene and I have spent almost the whole morning rearranging our room. It looks much better now, not so empty in the middle. The other half of the morning we've spent washing. You can see how domestic we are, in spurts and spasms!
The little snowflakes are sifting down again. They remind me that Chrismiss [sic] is not so far off. We're going to make our string of dollies after Thanksgiving, and cut one off for each day until the 20th.
Are you getting thrilled?
It's been quite cool the past few nights. Do ou suppose you could send some blankets this next week? My laundry case is home, then I could use it for Christmas.
You haven't said anything about your new coat. Are you sure you have it??
We get out at 11:25 Wednesday for Thanksgiving. We have Friday's classes on Saturday, so the week-end will be short. I'm going to Alberta's as planned. You'll be busy Thanksgiving Day, and I am glad, in a way.
The concert Friday night was wonderful! Mme. Margaret Matzenauer, the leading contralto at the Metropolitan. She had the longest range I've ever heard, and every note from the lowest to the highest was in the same clear, rich tone. Her encores were lovely: "Songs My Mother Taught Me", "In the Time of Roses" and "Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes." She sang her words so clearly in every language. I would love to hear her in opera! I liked her better than either Braslau or Kappel. That's one wonderful thing about college, is the opportunities you get to see and hear things like that. I wish you could too!
I must trot to the Libe and study. Heaps & bushels of love and kisses. Don't work too hard.
xxx,xxx,xxx
Jeannette
Plan of our room. [8 Wilder]
