Sunday morning -
Bub darling,
Just one week ago you and I were oh, so happy, in Paradise! True it was earthly paradise but then! How time just flies. I don't love you one mite less, though, even though you are miles and miles away from me.
I was glad to get your letter, dear, with the enclosed snaps. Weren't they funny, though? Ye gauds! if you weren't the most dissipated looking speciman [sic] upon your "leaving" Holyoke!! I liked the one where you were "arriving." The one of you & me is sure rightfully harmed [?] "some babies." I look like Sophie Hetersketseky and you look like Samuel Von Blatgheim! ha, ha, but it is funny!
By the way, didn't the one of Ken come out - as he was "leaving" the convent? That would have equalled yours I'm certain!
Let me tell you something funny which has come up - well, you know Shaw whom you met up here - Tom Hapgood's friend? He met Grace Hartshorn Saturday in the store and asked her point blank - how long I had been going with you. Grace most artfully said I had been playing around with you for four or five years. He said he tho't he would write & tell his highness, Thomas, because these are the very words he used, "It would break Tom's hart to know that Fran did not even intend asking him to the dance, and I intend to tell him!" Grace, like the good girl she was, came home and told me. Why is it, Bub dear, that you can't be friendly, honestly and truly, with
onea man without having it go any farther than that? It gets me horribly discouraged. I like to just fool around & have an all round good time with different men but I don't want them all to get crazy ideas into their heads. Personally, I think Shaw is a Mr. Butinsky - However, I think that all this he says about T. is taken too seriously & I am going to ignore it entirely. Let him go ahead as he pleases - my conscience is clear. Isn't life just one grand thing after another, dear?And yet amid all this lighter worry (!!!) come exams. Yes, dear, you are right the clouds are dark around exam time. Bub dear, you will come out all right down at N.Y.U.M. Let me reciprocate your wishes for success in xams. [sic] I'll sure bunch [?] hard for you. When do your troubles begin?
All my love, dear,
Fran.