A Letter Written on Sep 26, 1940

227 South Johnson St.
Iowa City, Iowa

Thursday.
Sept 26.

Dear Bessie,

I was beginning to think you had given up the writing idea. Miss Rice is sure a good detective. Please tell her to detect herself into writing to me. I waited for a letter from her all summer and did she write - no!

I miss you all so much and I love to hear about Mt. Holyoke so write me quick again and tell me about everything - Mr. Bailey viewpoint, Show! - do you know the plot. Take good care of the Freshmen on Freshman Day.

I am so glad the radio works. I hope it proves as entertaining as it did last year.

Catherine Holst was born Sept. 9, five weeks early. She was in an incubator for a few days but both Mother & baby are doing nicely, thank you. Mother is in Boston and I told her if she was near Mt Holyoke and didn't go to see it, I'd never speak to her again. I told her to be sure and look you up.

To-day is the first day of school and it seems very strange. I'll tell you later how I like it, that is if you will condescend to take a few minutes out of your hard labor to write me a letter.

The head of the History dept. Professor Root knows Miss Barnes.

Oh, Bessie, I am going to have a most interesting course in Political Science. It is called Foreign politics and civilization and is taught by an Indian, not American. He is fascinating and most interesting. I think it will be fun to have Eastern ideas presented in the Eastern fashion. Dr. Bose seems to think that the Westerners have entirely wrong ideas of the Eastern countries. My Physiology credits didn't transfer as science so I have to take another science. I'm taking Geology under a man named Miller who went to Yale and spent some time in Russia. Whee!

I am not living in a dorm as the one and only one is filled up. I am living in a home with 3 other girls and the lady who owns the house is swell. The only thing I don't like about it is that we have to eat out for all our meals and I'm getting tired of it. Please write soon & tell the others to write. You've no Idea how lonesome I am!

love,
Sal.