Mary Rosa



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The Crofton Wellesley Mass. Dear People, This is my first “home letter” from college-don’t it seem queer, when I have been here so long. Oh, but it seems an age since I left home. Was very glad to get the postals from Albany. Hope you got home safely and that Papa is feeling all right again. I got to Botany class Friday in plenty of time. We had laboratory, and all we had to do was draw pictures of leaves. Naturally I didn't mind that much. I found out by consulting the schedule that we don’t [page break] have garden work again for several weeks. Isn’t that grand? I looked at the clock when ten o’clock came and thought of you. You must write me about the connection at South Framingham. I had to eat my lunch all alone that day, as there was no one I knew around. I went down by the lake and sat on a bench. It was a little windy so I wasn’t too warm, even with my sweater on. I had it all planned to go up and see Martha Myers after History class, because I wanted to be sure when we were going to the Barnswallows, but my cold made me feel so mean that I decided to come home instead. Of course I knew I was supposed to stay to Student Government Meeting, but I knew the room would be crowded and there wouldn’t be any chance of hearing anything. As soon as I got rested a little I went down in the basement and got my books. It took four trips to get them up here. They are rubbed some, the ones that weren’t covered, and all dirty. But the dustcloth remedied me that. Friday night we determined to go to bed early. I don’t remember what time we did get there, but it was quite reasonable. Last night we got to talking again and didn't get up till half past eight. Of course I didn't get any breakfast but I thought I could do without it for the sake of the sleep. We went to church this morning. Thought we would go early so as to get a good seat, and lo and behold! We were the first ones there. The choir were practicing over the anthem. I can’t tell you who preached because I don’t know. We are thinking of buying a Boston paper to find [page break] out. The sermon was good but I was busy keeping awake. I have forgotten the text. Our dinner today was as splendid as ever. We had chocolate ice cream and most of us had a second dish full. There was a girl at Mildred Frink’s table who had a Persian waist exactly like mine. “There’s nothing new under the sun.” I have on my blue silk today. It was wrinkled across the front, in the blue band at the bottom, but will get shaken out I guess. Yesterday afternoon you know I didn’t have any classes, and I had it all planned to go up to the library and get a lot of reading done. But when I came in from lunch I found a note from Martha Myers, saying that she had found out we would have to go to Barnswallows in the afternoon, and would I please [page break] come up to Shafer at four o’clock? Well! I gave up going to the library and spent a little while writing letters etc., then I had to get ready. I put on my white dress and didn’t wear any coat as it was so warm, but everyone else had on an evening cape so you can imagine how I felt. But my cold had improved enough so that I felt real good otherwise. I hardly knew I had one. There were crowds and crowds of people there. The Barn was all decorated with festoons of red carnations and the stage was flanked in flowers. Everybody got inline and marched around until after the receiving line had been up. The rest of it was dances. Martha had my card all filled out for me with perfectly lovely girls. They didn’t seem to mind when I told them I didn’t dance; several of them said: “Oh, isn’t that lovely! then we [page break] can go and get a breath of fresh air.” It began to get cloudy, and some perfectly dreadful-looking clouds came up, so I came home before the last dance. I walked over with Julia Snow and a girl from Noanett whose name I did not learn. Esther did not come home to dinner as her girl invited her up to College Hall. I found some mail and what do you suppose was in it? A candy box full of cake, candy and olives from Mrs. Stone, left over from the wedding. I passed it around and then even had some left. Last night Marjorie Boynton had a party in her room-you know on Saturday nights we don’t have to be quiet. Her sister was here, a Soph in Norumbega who had our room last year, also Ruth McClure, a girl from Newton who attends college but goes home every night. They came in here a few minutes and Elizabeth told me about some of the good times they used to have last year. She says she would give anything to be back again. After that we went in Marjorie’s room and just had circuses[?]. All of the Crofton girls who had not gone to the Barn , were there; about a dozen I should think. We ate grapes, peanuts and jelly sandwiches, and just raised cain. Played all the crazy games we could think of. The craziest was the “Meeting of the Queen of Sheba.” We were ushered into a room where Mildred Frank sat on the couch holding a Teddy Bear. We were told to kneel on the rug in front of a cushion at her feet, which supported a [piper?] snake. “Now hold your arms and confess everything.” Just as we started to confess, someone from behind pulled the rug back [page break] quickly, throwing us on the floor, the pillow, and incidentally, the snake. they all said I went down the best of anyone, so you can imagine the sight. The drop light you ordered came up all right and is dandy. We haven’t had to study much much by it though. Papa may be interested to know that besides reading for hours a week for English, we have to do a minimum of a hundred and fifty pages outside reading every two weeks for History. Don’t worry about my being idle! Well it is nearly supper-time so I must stop. Oh, say, where did you put the screws for that jigger on my chiffonier? I can’t remember. My supply of handkerchiefs is running low. Think I’ll buy some. October second Nineteen Ten Yours lovingly, Mary


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