A Letter Written on Nov 6, 1918

Mount Holyoke College
South Hadley, Massachusetts

Nov. 6/18

Bubby dear,

I'm feeling that hilarious tonight so thought I would write to you. Don't be worried at all nor started but - well, I just feel like writing.

To begin with today we had another one of those blustering campaigns up here where one just goes and pledges indiscriminately and thus scrimps for the rest of one's college career! Well, its [sic] all over now, but the shouting.

I'm enclosing one of the "subtleties" which appeared in the Holyoke News this past week. "Now I ask you" isn't it elevating to say the least?

Well dear, do you know that this year, of all years too, so far there are no rules which I haven't gone and clean busted? Except chaperon rules - Being no he-males about, why just couldn't break those at all. Really, life has been one continual struggle so far to avoid being caught and it has lent some spice and excitement.

Last night, came into my room and found the two diagonally opposite legs gone off my bead. Very pleasant indeed. As a result I rocked all night long. Something like this

This shows the respect which the Freshes & Sophs have for ye upper classmen!

Tonight six of us have been in here in our room taking a sit-up but mainly munching crackers & drinking cocoa. Every time we hear someone walk down the hall all the extra outsiders duck for the closets. My, but it is funny.

In Mother's letter this week she said Kid and I were to come up to the lake for Christmas. So you see, dear, if I'm to see you before Easter time why it will have to be either at Thanksgiving time or some week-end. Whichever is the best & most possible for you I'll do.

Oh. Bub dear, your [sic] so funny. After I'd thoroughly enjoyed reading all your ravings on the army officers etc, etc. And the little you told me about your own drilling, etc. then you say you are "boring me with these non-essentials." The non-essential part being the only place you ever tell me anything about yourself which you know I'm dying to hear!

Thats [sic] pretty good about your mother keeping the helmet outside to let the cooties have a chance to run. You tell her that I bet they would be so sea-sick by the time they got over here that they would have died of the indigestion or something equally as bad any how!

But I'm taking one grand course this year - Charities & Corrections - Let me tell you, by the time I get through I'll be having the whole world on my shoulders to reform socially, politically and morally.

Well, hon, I must quit and turn into my newly acquired cradle for it is long after 2 A.M. and that is rather late for a country bumpkin like me.

love and kisses dearest Boy,
From Fran.