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Letter to her mother describing a visit to the De Rosa's in Boston for Home Library Club, plans to return home for the break after exams, schoolwork she had to do; answering her mother's questions about Dick; and responding to her mother's stories.
[typed] [stationary heading] News from Wellesley College WELLESLEY COLLEGE PRESS BOARD Wellesley, Massachusetts Release Jan. 11, 1934 And a good good morning darling, Press Board typewriter clacking away at the latest news of the day and yesterday. Uh, huh, I returned quite unharmed from the events of yesterday's trip into Boston. In fact, went in on the same train with Dorothea, walked as far as Filene's with her, hopped a subway for the North Station, inquired about busses at the travel bureau there, and proceeded to 36 Wall St. and the De Rosa's. They were very glad to see me again apparently, and after reading for awhile, we attempted to dramatize the last scene from Cinderella, with much glee over the glass slipper which wasn't glass at all, but was the very prosaic black. Also there was much giggling over the Prince, who carried in the so-called slipper on a big green book, and over Cinderella, who, when she realized that it fitted [mis-spelling: fit], exclaimed, “My husband!”, and they both ran into the hallway and presumably into his palace which appeared to their imaginations to be right there awaiting their arrival. Then Miss Huntington came in, heard all about it, and proposed sending me a real play which they might enjoy giving, perhaps for another Home Library. She is so deaf, and talks so fast, that I didn't dare attempt to tell her right there that I might not continue with the girls--even if I'd had the ghost of a chance. So I thought I'd write her that I had a final on one of the Wednesdays, and that I was going home the following week, and wouldn't return until after the next Wednesday, to sort of ease it off. By the way, the busses leave Boston at 5:35 P.M., and arrive [Page 2] in Schenectady at 1:57 A.M. However, the fair is only $7:50 round trip, while the train is $12:98 also round trip. I wouldn't mind the bus at all, and I do think it would be much more practical. Lee said it wasn't half bad, and she went to sleep even on the afternoon trip, so we don't see why it wouldn't be perfectly O.K. if not most expedient. N’est pas? And the date, don't forget is Wednesday, which happens to be Feb. 7, instead of Feb. 5. That means that I have Thursday, Friday and Saturday home, with possible Sunday morning, depending upon when the bus leaves. I have a feeling I should between my radio paper at this point, as I suspect it will take me more time than I realize to get the thing finished. Also have 6 2-minute speeches to prepare, so to be ready to give any one of them called for on the spur of the moment. Such things as, “In a democracy do you think speech should be leveled up or level down?” and so forth. It'll take me a half an hour to think up points for each one! I've been doing this whole masterpiece with touch system, as you maybe can judge by the little bits of errors scattered about, but it's taking me exactly 25 minutes, so you can judge my rate of speed. Never mind, it'll increase with practice, from now on, academically speaking, it ought to get lots of that! But ‘tis with fond regret that I depart this typewriter, stamp your envelope and send this dear little missive into your capable hands, to do with as you see fit. And so------ I remain affectionately, Ginger [Page 3] [handwritten] Hello again - Just an additional note to clear up some of your worries. My goodness mumsy, you forget your daughter is hwithin [mis-spelling: within] 8 months of being 20 years old, sounds good, doesn't it?) So to [illegible: enunciate?] details 1. Lee & I did go to Quaker meeting. She was made Treasurer, & felt it her duty to go once in a while. Besides we decided we weren't meeting as many new people as we did in the beginning, because we weren't making so much of an effort so we went took over prospects, which pad to pay were nil. 2. Dick came for us as I said, we went over to the apartment for coffee & sandwiches, and he drove us home about 11:30 3. I’m not sure how to spell ex(c)erpts 4. Dick is very much of a gentleman 5. He is 22. 6. M.I.T. senior There! How's that? No foolin’ though, Dick is a terribly nice boy. Rather short, tho taller than I. He does have modern ideas & we discussed things a great rate. However there isn't the faintest possibility of his “thirsting” them upon me, because they're mostly theories. We also talked [Page 4] about the actions of some people he knew, so I got his opinion of that and also was reassured still more about the impossibility of “mud puddles”. However I don't entirely approve the cloak. Seems to me that then you might not even know the puddle was there. And if you knew where to expect puddles & what they consisted of, there's no point in wading thru them just to have had experience in that line. Somehow it seems to me infinitely better to recognize they’re there and instead of having someone else throw cloaks across them, to build one’s own bridges over them. I'm glad you're infants approved of me, & I would love to be there to see the play, but at that time I'll be deep, deep, deep in my glasses & books. (mental picture? Anyway it makes a good story. Read your description of the flood of the luncheon table & created quite some interest. It certainly must have been terrible. Send me - no, never mind, I guess that's enough detail. I'd right to Mum Mum about her party & innocently tell her I hope to come home if finances hold out - very subtly, of course. if I don't get a letter to you tomorrow, that'll be why - but I loves you just the same only more so Me.
Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York
Academics; Home and Family; Personal Relationships
Men; Theater; Travel; Typewriting
Westervelt, Virginia Veeder and Wellesley College Archives, "Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1934 January 11" (1934). Virginia Veeder Westervelt letters (6C/1935). 155.