Letter to brother describing making a cake, visit with friend's family, plans for temporary buildings for Wellesley classes, raising money, Vassar's assistance with fundraising, and mother's upcoming visit. —Keywords: Mothers; Cake; Fund raising; College Hall Fire, 1914; Vassar College; Brothers —Tags: Buildings and Grounds; Academics; Religion and Spirituality; Student Life
Sun. A.M. Dear Buster, I've just finished making filling for a cake - now laugh! you impudent, young rascal - so will write you a line or so and send you a few more stamps. Horace found these out in an old trunk. I have put the dates on the back of them according to the date of the letter they were on. Some of them are quite old, you see! The Barnes have been pretty good to you, haven't they? I guess every member of [page 2] the family has contributed some stamps for you. As you see, I'm not at church. Mrs. Barnes & I stayed at home while the rest went. It's cold and windy & I have a little cold & so I'm staying home. We have to walk at least a mile to church. I read in the paper last night that a temporary building for classes is being put up at W. and it will be ready by May 1. Every paper we pick up seems to have something in it about W. girls earning money. Did you know the Vassar girls voted to raise $1000 for us? Isn't that [page 3] great? Different colleges have offered us scientific apparatus and the two Wellesley churches & the town hall have been offered for lecture purposes. Shoe factories, furniture companies, clothing [illegible: concerns?] etc. have all come forward and offered big discounts. Wellesley surely has plenty of friends. There isn't any news to tell you as I sent a card home just yesterday. My, but I just wish I could get out in the middle of the road & play catch with you. Say, Bub! You get that mother of ours well. You get busy & fix up her game leg so she can hobble around somehow. I don't care if she does walk like Mrs. Stock[deletion: e]ley - she just must come up here. Write to me when you aren't too busy, young man. Do you hear? Lots of love, Sis. P.S. Don't worry about the poor people who are going to eat the cake filling I made. They ate some the other night and they are still alive. Remarkable, isn't it? El.