[Sketch: female figure with umbrella walking in rainstorm. An arrow in front of her is inscribed, "Indicating the next pitfall" and an arrow behind her is inscribed, "Indicating the one I just stepped into"]Thoisdee
Pegga Dear -
The illustration above may give thee a slight bit of information of how the weather is with us this morning. It's like this only more so. Everybody has seized her umbrella - or her room-mate's - and gone out wading.
I woke up - I sleep on the porch, remember? - and beheld nothing save grey mist and rain. Second item of interest was that I had slept thru breakfast again. So here am I at the village drug-store, about to eat hot chocolate and toast. Also one shiny red apple. All fo which can be bought for a quarter. Most of my quarters go this way.
My next class is Chaucer, in which I have to read aloud in Old English. Fancy! I'm getting quite the jolly medieval accent.
Peg dear, I wish thee could take Zoo somewhere. The dissecting is terrible!! Goo-boo! splash! XXX - dead rats and entrails flung all about - but it's distinctly a good subject and all that. What I don't know about how people are put together, and how their hearts beat, and what a pig's larynx looks like - null! It's most impressive tho'. Psychy has some interested closely related - does thee get any Psychy in thy little kindergarten?
Hey! excuse - there's toast getting in this. And the zealouse [sic] youth that serves here has given me such a monlious [?] amount of whipped cream that it's buffed me in-artistically on the upper lip.
I'm stepping out with a Psi ψ (as a student of Greek I should know how to spell both, but I don't) from Amherst tonight, and if it rains like this the only thing I can do, is take him swimming in Upper Lake. It's a sad truth that we have practically no (unchaperoned) facilities for amusing men around here. There are only the dorm parlours - thee knows what sort of things they are - or else we have to get in his 'bus and go out and park. Not so good. And last Saturday the dean - just returned from Bermuda - gypted us of our Sat. night dance. Rob Adams and Web Elridge were over, and all we could do was - well, we took our vic, and stuffed into the Ford, and rode down to the dance-place. We couldn't go in, but we had a swell party in the cloisters out side.
Speaking of heavy parties - we usually call them hot parties, here - there are more taking place the [sic] we ever suspected, aren't there, young sister? I know some of the kids in my house throw them, even, alltho' with boys they know quite well. They seem to think if they like the chap a lot, it's excuse enough. Well, we will have more discussion on this, when we go riding home.
If thee has any money (I'm hoping to have some left) thee better reserve us some reservations early. I don't wish to ride on the baggage, all the way home. I say - it's only a month from yesterday. can I stay in thy dorm - I'd love to - ell [?] will I have to park elsewhere?
What ever else I had been about to say will be included in our next issue, as I am now interrupted by the necessity of swimming off to my next academic appointment.
Love,
SpiffyP.S. Haven't the nerve to send you one of the pictures - they aren't so da da.