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Letter to her parents about going to church; hearing a sermon from Mr. Jones of Bournemouth, England and another from Dr. Charles S. Mills of Saint Louis; two fire drills; and meeting a girl who knows Dr. Banks from Trinity Church in Denver.


The Crofton Wellesley, Massachusetts 16 October, 1910 Dearest People,- Another milestone has come around, that of Sunday afternoon. How short the weeks are, and yet how long! I wonder what you are all doing now. This morning in church I tried to picture to myself the church at home; the choir sitting in a row and Mr. Woodmancy expounding on the platform, but it was rather hard work. Our sermon was by Dr. Charles S. Mills, of St. Louis, and was very good. I wore my blue dress and no coat. It is more wrinkled than ever so I'm going to hang it up here after. [page 2] I think I've got the scheme of the weather out here learned. It is hot and cold alternatively. For instance, Thursday was cold, Friday warm, Saturday cold, today warm, so we have a good reason to infer that it will be cold tomorrow and can dress accordingly. Some of us girls are planning to go to Boston together. Esther has to buy gym shoes etc. and the other girls have other errands. I am going to get some stockings as my thin kind are all dirty. I'm sending this letter from Dr. Banks so you can see how nice it is. Please return it so I can answer it. The strangest thing happened. The very next day after I got it I was talking with Emma Seifreid, a girl who lives over on Waban St., and she happened to mention that she lived in Denver. I asked her if she ever went to Trinity church and she said yes, she went there all the time. Then I asked her if she knew Dr. Banks and she said she did, thought he was perfectly grand and so on. She came up here and the next night and I showed her his pictures and told her how nice he was to me. 8:45 P.M. At that point I was interrupted by callers and have since been to supper and vespers. It is a perfect night so we all wore our evening capes. The girls all fell in love with mine. The sermon was by a Mr. Jones from Bournemouth, England. Very good. Someone said that he has never preached to a woman's college before, but he didn't act embarrassed. There was a large attendance but we had good seats. [page 3] Julia’s Snow’s brother has been here again today and he is a perfect wonder. He is studying music in Boston. After supper we got him to come in the parlor and he played for Julia to sing. She has a very nice voice and sang that song: [image: a staff of music] etc. Lul la-by, lul la-by I can't think of the name of it. Then afterwards we found one with violin obligato (“O dry those tears”) and we started to do that. I tuned up and just played the first measure, where the string in my tailpiece broke and the bridge went flying across the room. Of course I couldn’t play then. This wonderful young man asked if I had an old A string and he proceeded to fix it. I just now tuned up again and it is (apparently) as good as new. I think I’ll have to cultivate him. [page 4] Esther and Katherine Gage went to the Village Episcopal church this morning. In Sunday school extra teachers were needed, [deletion: a] so they volunteered, but did not get a job. Esther says that Dorothy Ebersole regularly has a class of little boys over there. What do you think? The processional hymn we sang tonight was the anthem we sang once: [image: staff of music] etc. The Son of God goes forth to war. It sounded so natural and I couldn't think at first why I knew it so well. Last night Katherine Gage had company for dinner; a Miss Watson who lives in Webb. After dinner we went downtown to get something for breakfast and Katherine who got some eatables. So when we got home we had a spread in her room; sandwiches and chestnuts. [page 5] This morning we went down there and ate our breakfast. We had malaga grapes, zwiebach and cracker sandwitches [mis-spelling: sandwiches] (!), (strawberry jam between). Oh it was good! I want to church with Lois both this morning and tonight. Did I tell you that her father is a Methodist minister? One of the institutions of student government is a fire drill. We have had two. Friday night we got out in forty-five seconds. Nell Beach was appointed fire-captain and she appointed a lieutenant on each floor. When the bell rings, we have to close the door and the windows, pull back the curtains and turn on the electric light. Then we go down the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. It is a “Serious Error” in Student gov’t if we do not respond. If we happen to be in the bath too, we must put on our kimonas and fly, just the same. Friday night we had a house meeting and we're given cards to sign if we wish to join the Christian Association. I haven't handed in mind yet but expect to soon. Thursday night we both had loads and loads of studying to do, and were up until after eleven o’clock. We got to laughing and talking rather loud, so that Miss Frink was up a couple of times. This was after ten. Until nine-thirty we were perfect angels. Friday we determined to make Saturday a model day in every respect (for a change) so we started in by going to bed early (nine o’clock). Then yesterday we went to breakfast on time (!!!), went to Chapel, recited perfectly all day, and went to dinner early. We felt the [page 6] need turning over a new leaf because lately we have been degenerating; have been going to breakfast about 7:55, skipping chapel, and Esther has flunked every day in Math. Another part of the plan was to go out and see Elizabeth Bryant but just as I got ready to start a dreadful thunderstorm came up, so I couldn't go. Friday afternoon 1914 had a meeting. Afterwards Isabelle Noyes walked down with Katherine and I. She is the Vice Pres. of student gov’t and a perfect dear. She lives at Noanett and told me that she had this room her freshman year. “The spot we tread is hallowed ground.” Well I must stop now. Had a letter from Helen today! Lots and lots of love, Mary. N.B. My cold is entirely well! [written in top margin of page 1] P.S. I also want “Myer’s Ancient History”, either in sitting room drawer or in library (book case where the writing paper is), and Ellis’ History of France. Send them in the laundry or separately, just as you prefer.


Wellesley, Massachusetts; Saint Louis, Missouri; Denver, Colorado; Bournemouth, England, United Kingdom


Personal Relationships;Religion and Spirituality;Student Life


Preaching; Worship; Fire drills

Letter from Mary Rosa, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to her parents, 1910 October 16



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