My dear Beaumont,It really pains me to write that, dear for I'm so mad with you but one must follow custom and it's the custom to write my dear -. But why haven't you written. Of course I know though, you've been so giddy. All of the girls have told us how 'Ruth went to the prom,' and 'Ruth went to the concert,' till I've turned a brilliant grass green with envy.
It's been the dullest winter term for years here - stupid doesn't name it. But next Tuesday eve, the Juniors give a something (as yet unknown what). And the Tuesday afterwards the Amherst Glee Club gives it's [sic] usual yearly 'howl' and by the time Lent begins everything will probably be gay and festive - everything but Floby!
About all I've done so far this term is to get most awfully home sick about once a week and meditate on the easiest way to kill one's self etc. - you know E.- and I were one day late about coming back at Xmas because we wanted to stop in N.H. and hear Paderewski play, but we could only hear three selections and then had to stop and rush for the train. Of course, you've heard him.
Isn't it gorgeous for Christine to be in A.- though. Suppose Ida has told you how gay the dear place has been this winter. She (Ida) kindly sent me your address before I asked for it - you know I sent to her for it every term.
E.- and I had planned to go to Springfield to-morrow but a little thing in the way of lack of 'boodle' presented and we are going to make pop-corn balls and candy instead to-night. The last time we made pop-corn balls we didn't have any molasses or dish (both necessary) so I had to go to the lower regions and borrow? them - well I ascended by the most back way and didn't meet a soul till in our own hall who should appear but the German Fraulein! She stared very hard at the big pan under my arm and my heart jumped up into my throat but fell back again when she said "I thought you had a banjo Miss B.-" It is not always thus.
Well my dear if you've read this far you must be awfully bored so I'll say farewell. Nell says love love love. Now Ruth write soon.
Yours lovingly
Florida.February 1 - '93.
Don't think I've changed my name but a paper comes throught [sic] the mail directed to 'Miss Florida,' or 'Floria B.'