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Letter to mother describing planning and rehearsals for her play, successful performance and reception afterwards, listening to sermons at vespers, plans to see "Naughty Marietta" in Boston, and upcoming trip home.


11 Crofton, Wellesley, Massachusetts, 20 March, 1911. Dear Mamma,- Oh, its over, and I’m so happy! Everything went off perfectly fine. I was so excited that I didn’t know where I was at and now I’m tired to death. But I’m going to work hard and get everything done so I can go to bed early from now on. It all depends on what I do today so I mustn’t stop to write much. I didn’t get around to write yesterday because I wrote a long letter to Florence and that took all the afternoon. Sundays certainly are short days. The only time I have to do [page 2] anything is from three to five-thirty, and after vespers in the evening. But oh! such a grand time as we did have! We rehearsed twice a day last week you know and really got both plays into pretty fair shape. I appointed the dress rehearsal for four o’clock Saturday but a lot of the girls had 2:30 classes so it was nearly five before we got around. I took some time exposures of the cast but of course I’m not sure they will be good. The maids and a few sisters (Grace Boynton, Mary Beach, etc) came to the dress rehearsal. It went off finely and we felt real encouraged. We had a picnic supper in Alice Coseos room, furnished by Miss Swift,- sandwiches, cheese, and cocoa. The girls from Ridgeway came over [page 3] right after dinner,- about forty five of them. Miss Davis and Isabel Noyes also came. We commenced at half past seven and everything went off swimmingly. I worked the doors and did the prompting - but none of that was necessary. Between the acts there was much cheering, á la the Barn you know, and curtain calls at the end. Everyone was tickled to pieces with the plays. At the end they called for Esther and I, and then the cast presented us each with a bunch of violets. Wasn’t that lovely? I was so surprised that I didn’t know what to do. Then we opened up the rooms and had a reception. It was perfectly lovely. Everyone said so many nice things to us, telling how clever the play was, etc. Miss Goldring (a graduate student and table head) said that [page 4] she thought it was just exactly as clever as the Senior Operetta. And Miss Davis said all kinds of nice things. You know we gave her a special invitation because she had done so much for us, sent a carriage for her etc. She commended the idea heartily and told us to do another one after we get up on the campus. It was all perfectly lovely. After the people had gone we took some flashlights and then cleaned up. I’ll tell you all about the scenery and costumes when I come home. Yesterday morning the girls thought they hadn’t done enough for us so they brought us our breakfast on trays. Then while we were gone to church they came in and made our beds. Isn’t is nice to have such good friends? The sermon was by a Mr. McDowell [page 5] from New Jersey. Last night at vespers two ladies from the Missionary Convention in Boston, spoke. It was good but I was so sleepy that I couldn’t listen. We had the most disagreeable wet snow storm last night. The weather has been lovely and springlike for the the last two or three days and we never expected any such thing. Esther and I have decided to go in Wednesday afternoon and hear “Naughty Marietta.” I hope to have time to look at [deletion: spr] dresses either then or Friday. You see I will have an hour and a half in Boston before my train leaves. I have my doubts as to whether I could subsist on an orange Saturday morning. You know my appetite these [page 6] days is something enormous. I don’t dare skip a meal ever, for fear I will starve to death. I’m sorry grace Writter won’t be coming when I do. I’m going to send my baggage Thursday morning, so as to make sure that it arrives by the time I do. Hope to hear from you soon as to what else I shall bring. Must stop now and go downtown. With heaps of love, Mary P.S. I haven’t heard anything from Helen


Wellesley, Massachusetts


Arts, Theater and Music;Faculty, Staff and Administrators;Religion and Spirituality;Student Life


Theater; Parties; Preaching; Travel; Crofton House

Letter from Mary Rosa, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to her mother, 1911 March 20



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