A Letter Written around Jul 7, 1919

363 Warburnton Ave,
Yonkers, N.Y.

Bub dear,

You'll have to xcuse [sic] this non-match paper & envelope but if I climbed up stairs to get ones that did match I'd not be here to tell the tale! Ye gauds, I came from the north woods where it was truly cool but now - I'm only a grease spot. What I'll be when I get thru at Columbia heaven only knows. Why, I gasp like a regular fish!

Cheer up! I'm happy. I am going to take two courses one in Economics and one in psychology. The later will be interesting for I have a very excellent Prof in it and the subject is mighty interesting - It is on Criminology and will help me out at the Reformatory - However, it is the economics that I must pass.

Have you noticed in the papers lately about the large number of people registered this summer at Columbia? - They xpect [sic] over 100,000 there. Just imagine it. Guess I won't be all by my lonesome! I make my debut tomorrow and, as luck will have it, both my courses come in the morning.

Do you know, dear, when I came down in the pullman yesterday another woman and I were the only once[s] in the car. She was an elderly woman & very, very nice looking. After we reached Utica she came & took the chair near mine & introduced herself. She asked me if I wasn't from Saranac Lake & I said, yes. Come to find out she knows a very good friend of mine at college. Incidentally, she told me all about her two sons - one had been cited for bravery three times - He is an ensign - (Better look on, dear, you know those brass buttons!!) And his two good friends on the Seneca were two of the boys I know here at home - One of the fellows was drowned - She told me all about the encounter when Bill was lost. The world isn't so small after all, is it? She and her two daughters were at Saranac for the summer & she is going up again soon. She made me promise to come and see her up at the lake & also in Brooklyn when I come down -

Well, dear, come see me when you can, 'cause you know I want to see you awfully much. Give my best (?) to Ken, my pertector! [sic]

As always
all my love,
Fran.