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Letter to her parents describing her social life, including dinner and suppertime, dorm parties that consist of baking, eating and telling ghost stories, tryouts for glee and mandolin club, the college news and college directory, and the Physical Education department; missing a school dance and being unsure about the uniform; and hearing a sermon from L. Clark Seelye, president of Smith College.


[Pasted on to the top of the letter] Meat and drink “To satisfy your thirst for knowledge And also keep from growing thin, Just register at Wellesley College And then attend the Wellesley Inn.” Oct 9. The Crofton Wellesley Dear Folkses, It is just seven o’clock, so you see I am not at Vespers. But if I was maybe you wouldn't get this, so cheer up. I wanted to go badly because there is to be special music [deletion: -al vespers]. A lot of us planned to go and wear our evening capes, but about half past five it commenced to rain, and has been pouring ever since. So you see under the circumstances we thought it wiser to stay in. You probably think it strange that I am at this late hour starting to write letters. But the reason thereof is this: Katharine Pardee came in yesterday and invited me up to Stone Hall for [page 2] dinner today. Of course I had to accept. I went over right after church and stayed till half past four. Of course when I got home it was nearly supper-time and since then we have been playing and singing. Somebody brought “Sing me to Sleep”, and I played the obligato of that while three or four of the girls sang the German words. It sounded pretty good. I had a good time up at Stone. At table I sat next to a post graduate and my French teacher was opposite. The conversation was very interesting but it made me feel like a “poor little Freshman”. We had “fudge ice cream” for dessert, which you doubtless remember. After dinner we repaired to the parlor, where coffee was served but I didn't have any. We had some music by some people that could play and some that couldn't, also several songs by a lady that sings well. After which we went in Katharine's room and made fudge. Her sister, a sophomore, and a girl named Daphne Seldon, also a sophomore, both of whom lived in Crofton last year, came in and contributed chestnuts and grapes. Grace Squires, the girl who lives next, came in and brought her guest, a freshman from Abbott St., and also Ida Bancroft, a special friend of Katharine's. While the fudge was cooking and cooking, we (I mean the other girls) told ghost stories and burglar stories. It was very exciting. This Daphne Seldon is the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I can't keep my eyes off from her. She was down here at the Crofton one day to see a girl, and strange to say, remembered having seen me here. [page 3] Our sermon this morning was by L Clarke Seelye, the president emeritus of Smith College. The anthem was one written by Miss Hazard and Prof. McDougall. There was a very large attendance. Just before church time it began to rain, and sent everybody up there in raincoats and umbrellas, then cleared off naturally so that the said articles were a burden. Esther went home Friday and I'm so lonesome that I don't know what to do. I hope she comes back early tomorrow. This morning I woke up at just five minutes of nine. Naturally I wasn't down for morning prayers. I fooled around and then had to hurry to get to church. For my breakfast I had an apple, some cheese and cookies. I brought some sweet chocolate to have on hand, but when the box came from Edith I concluded that I wouldn't need it. [page 4] Esther left the apple as a parting token. I see someone has left me a nice pear; I suspect it was Lois Kugler. Katharine Gage has gone home for Sunday and Julia Snow is in Boston. So this is quite a lonely place. Miss Swift has been away quite a lot lately too. She changed our places at table the other day, so we Crofton girls are all scattered around. I sit at Dorothy Straine’s table and don't like it much. I think I'm spoiled for being anywhere else after sitting at Miss Swift’s table. Last night there were so many about that Dorothy Hill, one of the village Seniors, sat at our table and hers was empty. She and Miss Straine just cut up like everything. There's one consolation about it; Mitties Butterfield sits there and she keeps things lively. She often comes over here after dinner. Last night she and Dorothy [page 5] Ebersole both came over and we had a gay old time. They danced quite a while and I officiated at the piano some of the time. Mitties knows all the latest dances and she tries to teach them to the other girls. It was perfectly killing. After that we all went up in Helen Stearns’ room to a party. You see she and Elsie both had boxes from home yesterday, so they invited us in to help eat up the stuff. Elsie had two whole cakes in her box and you should have seen them disappear! We told stories, conundrums, and worked spirits. Had lots of fun. Mildred Frink was away but Miss Swift came up. Yesterday afternoon I deprived myself of the great pleasure of going to a dance on the East playground, given by the Dep’t of Physical Education in honor of 1914. The girls who went say that it was perfectly grand, the best time they ever had, but I stayed home because it was so cold. Really I never saw such weather in all my life. Wednesday and Thursday were so hot that we didn't know what to do, and Friday morning it was still sultry and rained. Then suddenly it got cold. I don't wonder that we all have coughs. The first number of the “College News” came out the other day. Everybody in college is considered a subscriber unless they notify the board to the contrary. The directory doesn't come out until just before Christmas, so Katharine says. Meanwhile I don't know how I'm going to look up Miriam Grover or anyone else. Last night Isabelle McCready dropped in to [page 6] borrow a handkerchief - oh she is such a dear! Thursday I went in the library and didn't get home till just before dinner. I think that is a pretty long session for one day; 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. I was too tired to go back up to the C.A. meeting, so I wrote a letter to Florence. About ten thirty p.m. we went down in Katharine Gage’s room and had some chocolate cake, which broke the monotony a little. That's the only evening this week that I've been up late. My gym underwear has just arrived. I haven't heard anything about the suit. We are supposed to report for games Tuesday afternoon, but I don't see what to do about it. All the girls are selling their second pairs of shoes; they say we don't need but one. I think I'll wait till I'm sure about it before I sell [page 7] mine. I bought the slippers yesterday and they are dandies. Red suede with quilted lining. Feel fine. I was thunderstruck to receive another letter from Helen yesterday. Whatever is the cause of this unusual verbosity? For your benefit I will say that everybody belongs to the Barnswallows. I am finding out my teachers slowly. They are as follows: Math - Miss Merrill French - Miss Bowler Botany - Miss Bliss History - Miss Brown. My English teacher was Miss Perkins but I've been changed to another division so I don't know who it will be. We reported for class yesterday but no teacher appeared, so after waiting fifteen minutes we disbanded. The trials for the Glee and Mandolin clubs are now on. I suppose the [page 8] Orchestra will come next. Well I think I must stop now. It's nearly nine o’clock. Wonder how it would seem to be roaming about the streets of Wellsville? How far behind me that all seems! With lots of love to all, Mary October ninth Nineteen ten P.S. I still have a little cold but it don't bother me much. Cheer up!


Wellesley, Massachusetts


Arts, Theater and Music;Student Life


Parties; Seelye, Laurenus Clark, 1837-1924; Music; Preaching

Letter from Mary Rosa, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to her parents, 1910 October 9



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