Pearl Dopp Letters, 1923
Thursday A.M. Jan. 4, ‘23
Dearest Mama and Papa,
Yes, I arrived here safely and took the bus to Bartlett according to orders. Of course, everything was in a “hub bub” during the rush of registration; but, today, classes are meeting again and things are settling down to the usual routine. I signed up for the same number of hours work that I took at the beginning of last quarter and am confident that I’ll be able to carry them without injury to myself, if, at any time I see that I ought not work so much, I’ll drop a subject. Prof. Boody promises that I’ll be on the staff if I continue in College Day work. My “incomplete” in Bible was due to the fact that Prof. Allen neglected to hand my “What Think Ye of Christ” in to Dr. Evans. It is all fixed up now, but I don’t know what standing I received, it is probably a fairly good one because of my reputation, through the Y.W. presidency, of being a student of religion.
The bill, I believe, I have settled quite satisfactorily. I am going to pay it by check on Saturday, after which day 6% interest will be charged. Of course, we don’t want to pay the interest if it isn’t necessary. The bill won’t come to only about one hundred dollars. I get $36 back from the Commons and about $10 back from tuition on the subject I dropped. The bill otherwise would be $141. Next summer when I take my absentia course, I will have to pay a small sum, but I am farther ahead to take the full refund now and pay the other when the time comes.
I am sleeping much better now, and find that I am not so nervous since I began to take my little pills. (Possible the improved conditions are due as much to the satisfactory confidence in the medicine as to the real healing qualities of it!)
I have some quite important news that I haven’t yet told you. Last night, I was called before the Congregational examining committee which asked me a few questions concerning my purpose and reasons for wanting to join the church. Luckily they didn’t examine my faith because it is a trifle shaky at present. However, I trust that I shall be mentally at ease on that score by Sunday morning when I am to be baptized and taken into the church together with three others – one a college student. Do you want to come down for the ceremony?
I’ll send my blue dress Saturday with my laundry. I have looked it over and have come to the conclusion that it can’t be made the way I wanted it for I fear it wouldn’t be “formal” enough if it were two colors. The only other thing to do is to have it made the other way like this: (sketch of the dress). In this case, all we would need of other material would be enough for under one arm. You might get samples from Johnson + Hill of Silver cloth or of some lacy material or anything else you think appropriate. I haven’t decided fully yet, whether I shall go or not. I may find someone to ask out happens that Mr. Gifford, the Englishman I spoke of, is joining the church Sunday too. If I get to know him well enough sot that I dare ask him, I may do so. If not, I’ll get someone else to be on Feb, 2. Should we wait until Feb. 8 to go to Oshkosh or shall we go during the better part of Jan?
The penalty we imposed upon Katherine Dunsmore for coming in the window was loss of all privileges for a month. That means that she must report to Mrs. Gardner at 7:30 every night.
John (Tutunjian) has accepted a position as laboratory assistant in Biology, so will be here for a time at least. I haven’t seen him, so I don’t know what his future plans may be. I just read your card and am relieved to learn that your cold, Papa, is better.
Albert Spalding, a great violinist, is to play tonight at the auditorium for the 3rd number of the Artists Course. I expect that we shall enjoy him.
I must really close now and being the new year right by studying. Drab the sociableness [SIC] of some of the girls. I’d be able to get an education maybe, if I was a hermit on the very tip-top of Mt. Tacoma!
Yours with love,
Pearl.
Jan. 12, ‘23
Dearest folk;
Just a note before supper—
I like the way you are planning my dress. It ought to be very pretty. Be sure to make the waist long, and the skirt not very long because the other girls’ dresses won’t be very long. If it is possible, you might turn it in at the top to save the material. If most of the gathers were the sides of the skirt, it would have more the appearance of and will gather well. What are you going to put under the silver in the waist? Or doesn’t it need any? I am going to take George Burgan, a very bright fellow who does not dance. He was one who went to Yellowstone this summer and came back part way by canoe. He hiked to Wild Rose once with Henry Jones several years ago. I have sent him a formal invitation and have rec’d his acceptance.
I sleep quite well now and am drinking egg nog between meals—I bring it ready made each morning from the commons. A medical missionary, Miss Harriet Davies, of Oshkosh, was here to speak to council the Y.W., and told me to do it by all means. No, the work is not hard for me. I am able to concentrate to quite a great degree, now which enables me to get my lessons in about ½ time.
I’m afraid I can’t come home before we go to Oshkosh, because my “incomplete” must be made up along with my history. I want to come always, but am afraid I can’t now. After I get everything made up I’ll feel like come home every week-end.
I can’t write more now, must hurry to buy silver—{ } before supper and mail it.
Yours lovingly,
Pearl.
Thursday, Jan. 18, ‘23
Dearest folkses;
It seems years since I left home after Xmas vacation, but the calendar says it is only two weeks! Two weeks were never before so full of events and yet so slow in progress as those just spent.
It was a year ago this morning that Papa, telephones to me about grandpa’s death, and a year ago tomorrow was the stormy day of his burial.
I am feeling pretty well and am standing the work much better than I feared I would. My College Days incomplete was all made up by yesterday. It is a relief to have a clean slate. However, I have left so many things undone because of that work, that I still have a lot staring me in the face. I sleep pretty well now and don’t get so tired as during the first few days of school. I don’t feel the cold so much either—I guess I’m getting accustomed to the weather. However, I was pleased to get the extra blankets. During the cold weather I’ll need the old ones for covering. Are the blankets you bought for yourself pure wool?
I want to come home so badly, but I’m afraid I can’t do it until after we get back from Oshkosh. I’ll write Dr. Connell right away about an appointment Feb. 10th.
Where did you get the little pencils? I was so surprised and pleased to get them, but you shouldn’t have done it. How much were they, or did they come as the first issue of a $1000 prize? I’ll send one back with my laundry tomorrow. Thank you!
Stell has found that because of a misunderstanding in credit, she can’t graduate in June. Everything seems to be going against her, for the faculty, influenced by the prejudices of her advisor, would not grant her the privilege of making up the work she lost during her sickness. For a while she had her mind made up to leave Ripon and to accept a position in Pa. to teach, but yesterday Prexy talked to her and offered to do all in his power to get her case successfully past the faculty. He appealed to her pride and honor by telling her not to be a quitter, but to stay and live it down. Now, she is considerably staying. Of course, it has all caused me a great deal of worry, because I think as much of Stell’s friendship as that of any other person on the campus and I hated to see her go away.
Donald Christenson’s mother wouldn’t speak to me the other day—probably because I didn’t send the dear boy an Xmas card. Needless to say, I was greatly pleased. However, last Friday night he called up to ask me to do to the show Sat. evening, but I had very urgent business for the evening! If he keeps on, I’ll become a professional liar.
Sunday is vesper service and I have to write it up for the “Days.” I’ll have a lot of things in the next edition. Will send the two last ones in my laundry.
We had quite an interesting Y.W. meeting last night on “Ceresco.” After the meeting we served a lunch which was a surprise to all but the cabinet. I think it affef enough interest to pay for the cost and labor. A series of meetings is arranged for the next 4 weeks with different faculty ladies to speak. You’ll probably read the account in the Days.
In connection with the Bible course. Prexy is going to ask interested ones in his class to come to his home once in a while of an evening to have informal talks about things in the Bible they don’t understand. I’d like to go once in a while if for no other reason than to be near such a splendid character.
Isn’t it glorious that Ripon won over Lawrence in the basket ball game? The score was 18 to 30! It is the first time it has happened for several years and the gym was in an uproar.
You remember Hazel Alexander stayed at Prof. Groves’ this year instead of a dorm. She has been having trouble with him and has moved to Bartlett. He is beginning to look to me like a regular old scoundrel—he was so mean to Alex and it was through his influence that the faculty was unreasonable with Stell. He has a grudge against her because she quit his job as assistant biology teacher. I’ll tell you what I think of him when I see you. I’m invited to a spread in Hazel Alexander’s room tonight—my first this year. I’m so glad she’s back, for she’s a peach of a friend and helps me in Latin when I need it.
I have had two nice letters from Mary since Xmas. I must answer them. She isn’t at all well and doesn’t plan on coming to school until next fall.
I resigned my S. sec. and treas. It’s a relief not to be on the house council to get the kicks of the wayward.
Agnes H. said in a letter that she knows about Carl F. through a friend of hers from a Park Falls. Carl is still there, but for some reason he didn’t make a good in selling aluminum and is now driving logs on the river and is seeing a good deal of hard life. I feel so sorry for him. I suppose he doesn’t feel fit to write to Mary. Don’t let her know about it. If I can think of something that will help him, I’ll write a few words of encouragement sometime.
I had a nice long letter from Frona last week. She is teaching at Hartford in the high school and pleads that she is as much a friend as ever even though she has been too busy to let me hear from her. She also shyly mentioned the fact that she is wearing a diamond on her engagement finger. I don’t know her fiancé, but from hearing her mention him once or twice last year, I judge he is a steady, plodding farmer with not much education but fine morals. I hope she’ll be happy in her decision between matrimony and foreign service.
I had a “thank you” letter from Nina. She and the better halves are usually well and happy.
Mr. Allen is giving me some fine marks and criticisms lately on my composition. I’ll send home some of the papers and you can return them at your leisure together with “Me and My Cyst.”
Did I tell you that “Jian” is assistant in Biology here? He is busy and I never see him except to exchange a “Hello!—Nice day.”
I am actually getting somewhat interested in history—the first time in the history ofme! Latin isn’t half bad. Shakespeare is rather a bore under Prof. Boody, but I learn quite a little about it, and I’m crazy about Comp. We’re going to have to write some poetry this quarter. I pity those who never before tried to make rhymes.
How is everything at home? Do you hear from L.A. Jones? Are Lelah and Knights yet married? It seems as though I’ve been away long enough to have the whole village rebuilt with a park and auditorium and everything else that we need most.
I must close now and get ready for supper.
Love from the depths,
Yours,
Pearl
P.S. Mama, have you a good pair of silk hose I can wear to the formal? They ought to be quite fine. My ribbed ones are more for sport than formal wear.
I wonder if those little flowers that Elsie gave me would be pretty on the shoulders and corner of bottom of waist, or aren’t the blues a good match? If they match, it would be a good chance to wear them. They are in my cedar chest.
Bartlett Thur. P.M., Feb. 15, ‘23
Dearest folks;
I don’t know when this letter will reach you, for the roads a bound with snow, but I’m writing it that you may hear from me as soon as possible.
I got my pictures Tuesday. There were only three folders—he thought I had only ordered that many—and I have given Jo and Stell each one and am sending the other to you. They are quite good pictures, aren’t they? They will be all gone when I send Ignaty and Ethel Gay each one. (They gave me theirs last year with the understanding that I should return the complement with one of mine. I sent one in a letter to Mary because I thought she might be pleased while she is sick—and the picture was just as cheap as anything else I could do for her. Besides those, I have given to Hazel Alen, Mildred, Martha Groffman, Ruth Davies, Sidnie, and Marg Dahlke (an exchange). I expect pictures from Martha and Mildred too. The entire bill was $3.00.
I am wondering if you are snow bound there, too. I hope not.
It is Lent and I am keeping it this year. My resolutions are not to eat any candy or Eskimo pies, not to dance, and not to go to any shows ( I never do anyway). I have kept it thus far—2 days.
Jo has been sick this week with indigestion.
How do you like our new dresses, Pap? “Ain’t they cute!”
What is Gladys’ address? I got a valentine from her, but couldn’t remember her street and number for the one I got for her.
We have a holiday next Thursday—Washington’s birthday—Whee!! Goodee!
Everything has settled down fairly well, now, and I hope it continues thus. Stell’s friend, John Krolevek spoke to her very nicely the other day. It must be that she was mistaken or else he changed his attitude suddenly.
What do you hear from Mary? Ethel Gay has been in the hospital with “pneumonia” for sometime. She wasn’t expected to live, but is a little better now, I guess.
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I just got from supper and was so pleased to find a letter from home. I hope the roads are beginning to be passable by this time, that the snow in the drive way and yard isn’t near so deep or so hard as you feared. I must get this note mailed right away so that you’ll get it as soon as possible. I’m glad you called up Sunday morning, for the snow storm made other communication impossible for such a long time. The ice storm was about a year ago at this time. – I believe on the 28 of Feb.
I am feeling fine now. Have rested up and risen partially to the top of my mountain of work. No, I haven’t any intentions of quitting school in this stage of the game. The Y.W. girls are acting quite natural again. Wednesday in the blizzard there were quite a few out. That’s doing pretty well isn’t it?
I’m going to study good and hard over the weekend and try to get on top of my work instead of letting it get on top of me.
We haven’t been having Chapel since Tuesday because we couldn’t get there.
This is rather a disconnected epistle, I fear; but I’m in a hurry for there’s lots of work to do.
Lovingly,
Pearl.
P.S. I skipped classes Wed. P.M. for I didn’t like to “weather the blast.” However, I made good use of my time doing outside reading for History.
Bartlett, Ripon, Wis.
Friday eve. Feb. 16, 1923
Dearest Mom and Pap;
I’m just writing a little note again to say that I’m feeling fine and am sending my laundry.
I received my clothes today and the dainty donation of “goodies.” Now I won’t have to get up for breakfast Sunday morning. I think I shall tomorrow morning though for I have a lot of work to do. Thank you so much for sending me the eats, but you mustn’t do it so often. I gave Stell and Jo each cookie. Stell isn’t feeling very well, and Jo is still sick in bed. There are six “B” girls quite ill. Aren’t I lucky to stay so well through everything. There seems to be an epidemic of colds and grippes going through the dormitories; however, the sick ones aren’t seriously ill.
I feel so good tonight! Sylvia Rhiner, my ex cabinet member, has been here and we have come to a general understanding. She is coming back into the cabinet and everything will be running smoothly once more. At the W.S.G.A. meeting that memorable night, I suggested that Sylvia (a W.S.G.A. member) not be allowed to vote. She was offended because she thought I distrusted her. Dean Kingsland found out the difficulty and told me. I asked Sylvia over and everything’s all O.K. now.
You’d better not try to send my dress and hat. I’ll get them when I come home. I’m so pleased to think that my new hat is all done. I wonder what you found to make it of. Does it match my dress? and suit? I’m anxious to see it.
I think I’ll come home next week. Do you think I’d better? There are only four weeks of this quarter left. I’ll see you both before very long any way.
Love,
Pearl.
Bartlett Hall
Ripon, Wis.
Mon. Feb. 25, 1923
Dearest folks,
I’m up! and I think I’ll start going to classes today. I’m feeling pretty well now except for being rather weak. That will be conquered in time, though.
What do you suppose!? Yesterday, Mrs. Boody (prof. Boody’s wife) and Mrs. Inghram (the Congo. minister’s wife) brought me a delicious chicken dinner consisting of chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans, head lettuce, creamed onions, bread and butter, and fruit salad! It certainly tasted good. Just the fact that it was served on dainty china dishes was a great help to my appetite. The two nights before, Mrs. Inghram had sent me home made soup.—one night, cream of celery soup, and the next night, oyster stew and some bread and butter for toast and an egg to cook for breakfast. Haven’t they been lovely to me?
I’ve missed so much school, and, have gotten so far behind that I’m afraid I won’t be able to come home this week again. I’ll have to content myself until two weeks from Friday when I can come home for 10 days. I’m so sorry that I can’t come. I’d like to see your hyacinth in bloom.
Stell is quite ill again with a bad case of neuritis in her right arm. Jo is busy taking care of her. Sidnie has been a fine little nurse for me, and when she wasn’t here, the other girls have run in and out to keep me company.
I hope you’re well. Is the snow fairly well melted away after the nice “thaw?”
Elizabeth C. stayed in our room over the weekend. When Henry said she was coming, we didn’t hardly know how we could manage it, but now I’m glad she came, for she made herself at home, was very little trouble, and really helped do quite a lot of things. Of course, Henry took her to meals. As I understand it, he and his girl in Ripon have “busted up,” and so I imagine he imported E.C. just to show Mildred Bard she wasn’t the only pebble on the beach.
I must close now with oceans of love to you both.
Pearl
Tuesday P.M. 2/27/23
College Library.
Dearest Mom and Pap;
Although I had been doing quite a little worrying because I didn’t hear from home, I was quite shocked at the news that you, Papa, were ill. I was afraid something was wrong, because I hadn’t heard anything since Tuesday, but I had kept hoping that you were both well. I’m so, so, so sorry that you have been sick! Would you like to have me move home over the weekend to give you a little rest mamma, and to tell stories to our sick little daddy? Although I have some make up work to do, I’d be glad to let that go if I can be of any help at home. Let me know exactly how papa is, and tell me whether or not to come home.
I am feeling pretty well now, although a little weak and “pepless.” I’ll be as good as ever in a day or two. I had a 102° temperature the first night, but after that I did remarkably well and managed to get back to school yesterday, and to go to the Y.W.C.A. “Stunt Nite” last night. It went off very well, and we made about $40.00 clear, I think.
I was quite relieved to know that you telephoned Sidnie that Pop was much better. I’m sure he’ll be better after this than he has been for some time. IF he minds dear, sensible Dr. Fisher and our two less authoritative but extremely practical heads about cutting out the tobacco. See, Pop, now we have you under our thumb. While you’re down, if you don’t solemnly promise to cut smoking exactly in two, I’ll come right home and use the horse whip on you. I’ll use it, too, and not just talk about it as you have always done. BEWARE !!!!!
I mustn’t write any more, now, because I am due at cabinet meeting.
Lovingly your own,
Pearl.
Bartlett, Ripon, Wis.
Mar. 10, 1923
Dearest Mama and Papa.,
There is a little lull between leaps this morning, so will dash off a few lines to you. Am so sorry that I haven’t had time to write more often lately. I’m so anxious to get home that I can hardly wait for the time to come. I think I’ll be able to get home Friday noon. Don’t have anyone meet the train for I can just as well walk out as not.
I wish I could get home before I realize that you, Mamma, must be awfully tired; and, Papa, I imagine, you are quite nervous if you aren’t very strong yet. But, control your nerves the very best you can for you’ll get well that much quicker if you do. I hope you’ll soon be feeling fine. I’m sure you’ll both be less nervous after G. is gone. He’s enough to drive any one wild, even though he is well meaning. I’m so anxious to come home to be of some little help to you.
The play last night was splendid! I had seen it before. Do you remember once a show company gave “The Passing of the Third Floor Book”? It was the story of the change in character of the people living in a boarding house after a Christ-like man came among them. Jack Davies was the Christlike wanderer. I’m quite sure you saw it when it was given at home. I know I did.
I didn’t tell you all about the Spanish club program did I? I had been asked to play my guitar behind the scenes for a serenade while the man who sang it made believe he was playing one he carried. I went over to practice the afternoon of the night of the production. The curtains were drawn and a lovely window was inserted at which the Spanish maiden was to appear, Mr. Gifford who was to sing the serenade was taken sick about 5:30 and they thought they would have to drop that whole scene until someone suggested that I step into Mr. Gifford’s Spanish costume and do it all myself. I consented, but was a little “shakey” about doing it without rehearsals; however the scene went off beautifully. The whole theater was dark save for a light shining thru the window, I sneaked out and looked up and down the street then up at the window to see my lady love. I began to play on the guitar and she sang a perfectly beautiful Spanish song. She threw a rose to me at the end of her song, which I picked up and kissed passionately. She disappeared and I thought I heard someone coming down the street so slipped silently away. All was done in a very dramatic manner. Then, there was a cabaree scene in which I took Mr. Gifford’s part, drinking and clapping at the Spanish dances etc. It was all quite simple, but I wish I could have practiced it before.
One night some of the girls down stairs ordered some orange “sherbet” and I got to come with them and had a little spread that night for all the 2nd floor girls who had been so kind in bringing my meals to me when I was sick. We had wafers and “sherbet” and sang and joked during an enjoyable hour. Now, you see, I won’t have to have any more spreads. This one cost me about 80 cents.
I’m so glad to hear that Mrs. Altoe is a little better. I have heard Nordie has sleeping sickness, and am pretty sure it is true. We feel dreadfully about it, for she was once of the very finest girls in college last year. That disease is nearly always fatal. What do you hear of Mary? Is she still in Waupaca?
Mom, have you ordered the little built syringe that we couldn’t get here? There’s no hurry, but I thought perhaps you had forgotten it.
A very successful debating season is just over. The teams have been debating whether or not the U.S. should join the league of nations. And at the last one, with St. Olaf, who do you suppose was one of the judges?! Mr. Buzzervity! I went up to him afterward and he came forward to shake hand recognizing me as the little girl who used to have long yellow curls and the name of Pearl Pierce. Isn’t it remarkable that he remembered me! He looks just about the same as when he was in W. R.
The letter you sent this morn. was from Evelyn Anderson. She is still in Evanston although in a different home. I gathered from the letter that she is taking care of a little girl and doing kitchen work. She says she has been unusually well this winter with hardly a cold, and that she is quite fat.
I had another letter from Frona a while ago. She wrote to invite me to stay with her (if I was in the Glee Club) when the club came to Hartford. It would have been a fine opportunity to see her again.
Stell and Jo are still ill. They won’t be coming home with me Friday. There is a possibility that they can come for a day or 2 just before school starts, but it is very doubtful. I hope they won’t try it, for we are sure to be quite busy; and when we aren’t working, you should rest.
I must close now, but I may write a few lines later as this won’t go out until night anyway.
I love you,
Pearl.
Bartlett
April 1, 1923
Dearest Mom + Pap,
There are a few minutes in which to write before going to C.E.
I hope you have had a very, very happy Easter. I have had quite a busy one, got up at 6 o’clock this morn. to go to the C.E. sunrise service + came home and rested until 10 when I went to S.S. + church. This P.M. had been very quiet, Marion Conkle and I have been a little walk, after supper and are going to the union young peoples’ service tonight.
I am wondering how thing came out yesterday. I was glad to hear that their program was illegal, and certainly hope things turned out right. Did Mrs. Patterson find her umbrella? Do you like your blouse, Mom? If you don’t – send it back.
The next number of artists’ course is to be given Tuesday night and what do you spose? I’ve got a beau for the grand occasion. I was simply dumfounded when Stewart Moffit (you know his people) called me up the other day and asked me to go with him. He has the reputation of being a splendid fellow, but I scarcely know him at all.
I went to a spread in Klara Dahlke’s room last night and one in Still’s room Thur. night. Had lots of fun, playing, singing + joking. Joe is feeling almost like herself again and Stell is quite well.
I’m feeling quite well again. Had another lesson in make-up Latin yesterday and will have one next Saturday too. In a few weeks everything will be all made up and I’ll have a clear slate. It will be such a relief! Such a burden was taken away when my history done!
I got a lovely picture of Evelyn Anderson the other day. She looks quite different – is more aristocratic in appearance. Her cheeks are quite fat. I’ll bring the picture home the first time I come.
I have to talk in Latin club Thur. night on Virgil’s influence on art. Sunday night, I have to lead C.E., I’m planning on being busy; you see.
It’s time to go, so must close.
Always your own,
Pearl
Bartlett
Sunday P.M., April 22, 1923
Dearest Moms + Paps,
It will soon be time for Vespers, but I’ll at least start at letter home. I just got through writing letters to Mary, Gladys and Carl. I’m so behind on my correspondence! I’m must try to get time soon to write to Nordie, at least. Perhaps I can before supper.
Tonight, the Men’s Glee Club gives its sacred concert in the Congregational church. I’m looking forward to it very much. It is free, but a silver offering will be taken. Mr. O’Brian, the famous baritone, who traveled with the club has returned on his own expense to sing tonight. The audience last Tuesday night was thrilled with his beautiful solos, but when he sang in chapel Wednesday morning, every student simply went wild with applause. How I wish you could have heard him!
But you just must come to the last number of the lecture course on May 1, and to the commencement play in June. You’ll let me know about the concert as soon as you can won’t you, so that I can secure some good seats.
I had a splendid time at the Congo social Wednesday night. Marian Conkle and I were the only college girls there, but everyone was so nice and there were so many cleaver students played that we passed a very enjoyable evening. I like to get out to places like that where I can meet the nice town people. We had good enough time to repay us for missing the Y.M. Stunt nite which they say was unusually good.
We had a splendid Christian Service club meeting Thursday night. It was the first of a series of weekly meeting on different topics under religious education. We’re going to take up the Americanization problems of Indians, Negroes, Japs, and Ellis Islanders. Did you know that there are religious week days schools throughout the U.S. under the supervision of religious education? In Ripon, schools close every Thur. P.M. and all the children go to their own church for religious instruction and moral training.
I’m so glad you got a pretty new hat! Now remember, you were going to get a nice evening wrap for this year something I can wear next year, won’t you? I want you to by all means, I’m glad, too, that you found such an attractive and easy way to remedy your blue dress.
I don’t need to have my red hat reblocked for this summer – I’ll wait until next. My old blue hat is prettier this way than it could be any other way. I’m all fixed up in everything I need for the summer. It’s foolish to get a hat for the use of only two or three Sundays.
After the concert. This P.M., Stell was taken ill and I, on the spur of the moment took her place in a duet she was to sing at the B.Y.P.U. tonight. Sidnie + I sang the duet and stayed at the church to supper. Had a lovely time. Went to the concert of sacred songs which was as impressive as any sermon I can imagine. Mr. O’Brian sang some beautiful solos. The Glee Club is giving him a “smoker” tonight and we rather expect a screnade [SIC] about half past one or two o’clock.
So long as you are running the car, I’ll probably not come home until Friday night, for I hate to miss my classes because it’s so hard to make them up. If you want to, we’ll paper on Saturday. I’d be glad to help.
Dean Sparell of Harvard University is to be here tomorrow and will talk to the students of Christian Life Service.
Tomorrow night is also Club Meeting night. Our rooms are so cute! Imagine this week will be as busy as last in getting things ready to come home. I hadn’t ought to go to church for a year – I’ve been 6 times today – Catholic, Congo, Vespers, B.Y.P.U., C.E., and Concert.
Lovingly yours
Pearl.
Apr. 23 ‘23
Dearest folks,
In Shakespeare class, Mr. Boody is having a very good time reading to us, so I’m going to make use of his diversion to write you a little note.
Sidnie is better and is going to classes now. Her father is in town today. I saw him a moment. Tonight is the Prom and many are getting ready for the great event. I can’t decide whether to stay at home and study or to go to the movie with the girls to see Jackie Coogan in “Trouble.” It is a fine picture, but I want to go outside reading for history this weekend. I think I’ll read a book a write a resume as I did for my make-up work. It is easier than outlining individual lessons.
I’m glad you found my stockings. I really needed them.
I’m wondering how Mrs. A. P. is getting along. If she doesn’t get well, let me know and I’ll come home. Perhaps I can get off to come home next week anyway. I want to.
There’s a meeting this P.M. of all interested in taking parts in the commencement play. I think I shall go, altho there is really no chance of my getting in.
The concert of Irene Pavloska and Lyle Barber was splendid! Miss Pavloska has a charming personality, making her lovely voice all the more effective. Lyle Barber, the pianist, has marvelous skill in his “technique.” Mr. Moffitt (guess that’s the way to spell it) was very nice to me. He took me to hear the girls’ Glee Club Wed. evening and I am going with him to the men’s glee club concert next Tue. night. Don’t get excited. Although he is a fine young man, I’d really enjoy myself with the girls from B. I’m saving you some cash, Dad! Ha!
You needn’t send me the Vancouver papers. I’ll read them when I come home.
I hope you’ll soon be able to run the car. The snow is nearly all gone here, so I imagine you can get through soon.
The magazines I sent, you might return as soon as you are through with them. We’re not supposed to send them away, I guess, but they’ll never know the diff., for they aren’t due for quite a while yet. I hope you find some interesting material in them.
Did Mrs. Patterson ever find her umbrella? How is Mary R? I must try to get time to write to her soon.
I have been most awfully busy since Sidnie has been sick, making little walks out to Graham’s dayly to get her meals.
Last night we all wore our ratine dresses to supper for the first time and today it is cold and disagreeable. Wonder if that was a cause.
It seems so good to have all my work made up. I don’t know what it will cost yet, but that will be settled before long.
I must close now or you won’t get this until tomorrow. Am sending a cucumber with my laundry, I brought it up to town thinking there weren’t any in W. R. yet.
Rec’d the magazines O.K. Thanks for the eats.
Love always,
Pearl.
Monday P.M. May 7, ‘23
Dearest Moms and Pops;
I planned on writing yesterday, but was kept so busy that I failed to do so.
I have begun my sweater and have about 2/3 of one side done. Two balls are nearly gone, so I’m afraid I’ll have to have more, but you’d better wait ‘till I see. It is fascinating work and it doesn’t take much of my time outside of class. Yes, I received the dress and it fits fine and I like it. I wore my silk dress and new cape and graduation hat yesterday. The girls are crazy about the cape. Do you like my new slippers? The stockings go with them very well. Are they the 90 cent pair at the Mercantile? I’m sending to Johnson and Hill for samples of sport skirting. My sweater will be awfully pretty. All of the girls have a knitting craze, so I’m right in style.
I studied all day Saturday and finished writing my speech for the C.E. Convention which is to be May 21, 22, and 23 in Rosendale. I’m to speak on Sunday as I supposed.
Saturday night some of us dressed up in the old clothes left here for the Student Fellowship campaign which the Y.W. is carrying on, and we had heaps of fun. Ruth Davis and I were dressed as men and hid in Stell’s closet until she came home from the show and found us there. She said her heart missed several beats.
I rested yesterday morning until time for Sunday school. After dinner Marian Conkle and I washed our hair and made fudge. Perhaps you wouldn’t call it fudge for we didn’t have any cream or milk or butter or flavoring. It consisted on sugar, cocoa and waterand a few nuts I happened to have. However, it was some of the best tasting candy I have ever eaten.
Last night I went to C.E. and I am the only nominee for president for next year. I refused to take it for a while, but the whole bunch looked at me as though I was a quitter, so finally I accepted. Now, don’t go up Papa, for it isn’t one tenth as much work a Y.W.C.A. was this year.
I had a lovely long talk with Mr. Tutunjian after C.E. He is so thoroughly fine that I feel like a nonentity beside him. He isn’t coming back next year, but he already has several fine positions offered him. It seemed so good to talk to him again—it was the first one we have had this year.
Now here comes the important part of the whole letter. Can’t you come down next Sunday for mother’s Day? I want you to so badly! I think Mitcheal’s glen is still open although Mrs. Mitcheal died last Saturday. If we find that it isn’t open, we can have a good time somewhere else—in South Woods, Arcade Bluff, or Green Lake (which is only a little way from the glen. We can go to the commons for dinner. All of Barlett is to be at one long table to honor “mother Gardner” and Mrs. Kingsland. My mother and father would be very welcome, too.
Yours ‘till Sunday and ever after,
Pearl.
Sunday, May 13, 1923
Dearest folks,
I just came up from talking to you on the phone. Maybe it was extravagance but it was worth it. I just had to call on mother’s day.
The services were quite nice this morning, but the sermon wasn’t especially good. The music was sung by Edna Gindars with violin, piano and pipe organ accompaniment. It was lovely.
I’m going to a concert in the German church this afternoon sung by a great German lady—I can’t remember her name, but if I get a program I’ll send it home for you to look at. I’m enclosing a convention program. You needn’t return it, for I have another one.
The dinner tonight was very nice. All of Bartlett sat at one long table with Mrs. Kingsland and Mrs. Gardner at each end. The menu was mashed potatoes and gravy, roast pork, corn, individual salads of pineapple and peaches with whipped cream, bread and butter of course, and ice cream and cookies. Everything went off fine except that you weren’t there.
I am going to have another very heavy week. Tomorrow night there is practice for a little Latin Club play in which I have a small part. Tuesday is cabinet meeting and in the evening Christian Service Club for an hour. Wednesday after school is Y.W. meeting as usual but installation of officers in addition. Wednesday evening, we have the advanced composition class which we were unable to have Friday because of Mr. Allen’s absence. Thursday morning, I have to teach Prexy’s Bible class on the relation of science and religion as given in Genesis. Imagine me teaching the relation of the Bible to evolution! Friday there is the church picnic for Congregational students at the stone “quarry” for supper. I’ll come home and get ready for the “informal.” Jo Morris is going with me, because Stuart Moffat doesn’t dance. You have probably heard me speak of Jo—he was C.E. president last year and was at the convention in Oshkosh etc. He’s a very fine young man.
Then on Saturday comes the climax of the week. Mr. Allen is taking his journalism and advanced composition classes for an all day’s picnic to the “Old Distillery,” an old ruin used to make liquor before the Civil War. They say it is a lovely trip.
I had a very nice time yesterday afternoon. The girls at our table at the commons went out to South Woods to a supper on top of a high bluff whose perpendicular face goes down into a canyon. The woods are beautiful at this time of year, and we found so many flowers that it was the work of only a few minutes to pick all we could carry home. It seemed so good to get back to nature for ever so short a time! Although I was tired physically when I reached Bartlett again, my mind was blissfully rested. I slept from ten last night until about 9:30 this morning, and feel fine today.
Stell went to Chicago over Friday and Saturday to meet the superintendent of a high school where she may teaches in Nile, Michigan. She is pretty sure of a job at at least $1500 a year and work she likes very much.
Mr. Moffat has asked me to go with him to the Math Club picnic at Green Lake on Decoration Day. Donald Christenson had already asked me but I had put off my answer. I don’t know yet what explanation to make of him, but I don’t want to go with him. I want to go to the picnic, though, for it will be in a beautiful spot and several of the other girls from the hall have been invited.
Let me know how Carl gets along. Did Mrs. Patterson ever find her umbrella? I always forget to ask when I’m home.
After tonight, I’m president of the C.E., but it won’t take much of my time.
Your own,
Pearl.
I love you so much!
Thursday evening
[after May 21, 1923]
Dearest folks,
Hallelujah!!! My sweater is all done—in fact, I am wearing it at this very minute! It’s so cute! I have elbow length sleaves [sic] for the present, but I may make them longer later. I have scoured the stores for gray skirting but have found none that is a good match for the rose in the sweater. Even the Boston store and Gimbles failed to send satisfactory samples. But Coco Trautman has a pretty skirt and is sending to her home in Sheboygan for some cloth. It will probably be here by the first of the week and Iwant to make it myself. The sweater will be just the thing for the house party even though I haven’t a gray skirt, for I have taken the black velvet off my pink gingham and have run it around the neck and sleaves [sic], to match my black skirt.
I had my mind all made up to buy some twede [sic] knickers for $3.75, but went down and found that there wasn’t any my size. But I won’t need them anyway for it is to be a dressy affair. I told you that it was to be at the spring group hotel didn’t I? I don’t see how some of the fellows can afford it, for it is costing each one $3.50 a day, besides the incidentals. We’re going out tomorrow after school and will get back probably Sunday evening.
I have to teach Bible Tuesday and Thur. next week, but I’ll have lots of time to study for it at the lake. Maybe Jian can give me some suggestions, he is such a student of the Bible.
I’m planning on writing a one-act play in blank verse while I’m out there, too. That will be for advanced comp. I have the plot all figured out and approved by Mr. Allen.
Speaking of picnics, reminds me that the Math Club outing is to be an excursion all around the lake. We’re going out at two in the afternoon, so I’ll have the morning to study if I need to do so.
The convention was very interesting and I met several very fine people. Many of them seemed to like my talk, especially was I distinguished as being the only lady speaker. ahem! [sic] I’m sending my talk.
I went to a C.T.G. picnic supper tonight. We had a very nice time. It is our last meeting of the year. I don’t care to live a “picnic” life all the time. It’s a good thing I have work to do, for all play and no work is as tiresome as all work and no play. The novelty wears off after a while. But I’ll never be in college but once.
Dr. Mutch is entertaining the Christian Service Club at his home to supper next Monday evening. You remember, he did it last year too. After the supper, we give out Latin Club play “The Roman Wedding.” The same night is out B. club meeting and I’m to help with the program. Too bad I can’t be in two places at once.
I think Sidnie is coming home this week. Wish I could be there. I imagine everything is perfectly beautiful there. I’ll be there for good on the 14th of June. Commencement comes before the examinations. Don’t forget that you’ve just got to come down for the class play. It’s sure to be good, and will probably be our last chance to see Jack Davies and Meta Bohman, the renounced stars who are graduating this year. As soon as the date is known, I’ll let you know. Don’t plan to drive down and back the same day, but stay a while so we can go to come of the lovely picnic grounds around here. I’m getting acquainted with most of them. Maybe we can go to Green Lake.
The $5.31 check to the Express Co., is for sending the old clothes to the Near East. I’ll be getting that back. The $7.00 was to go toward my $3.75 knickers. Now, my pocket book is full of money. Have you got your thin dress yet, Mama? If you haven’t, I wish you would, and if you haven’t enough time, have Mrs. Sage help you make it.
Here is some awful news: Mr. Graham won’t be here next year, for he is going to be at the “U” on leave of absence getting his Dr’s degree. That means that I’ll have to take “education” under someone else, and I’ve just been living in wait for a chance to be in his class.
I know I’ll have a good time on the house party, especially so long as Marian is going. She is such a splendid girl! She’s going on the Math club excursion too. I’m saving a whole dollar these [sic] week-end in rebate! How I wish you could be here with me! I don’t feel right about taking all of the good times myself while you are shut off in W.R., away from everything worth while. I hope we can all go one [sic] the little trips we planned for the summer. It doesn’t pay for you to dig all the time. Personally, I don’t want to go a single place unless you are along. I’m so glad I won’t have to study absentia this summer! We’ll have all the more time together. I have paid for the course, and it came to thirty some dollars.
I don’t think Evelyn will be coming, for I haven’t heard a word from her. I would have wired her, but her plans were to visit at relatives and so forth on her way home for a week or more, so I don’t know where to reach her. If she comes, it will be unfortunate, but I’m sure she’ll understand, for I can have the chance to see her a great deal during the summer so long as she is planning on staying at home, and this is probably the last chance I’ll ever have to see Mr. Tutunjian.
I must close now, for there are quite a lot of things to do yet before I go to bed. If there is any chance to get a letter out while at the lake, I’ll write you from there. I’ll write my Sunday letter anyway.
Nighty-night dearest moms and pops.
Pearl.
xxxxxx (three a piece and oceans more)
My poem, “Home” was published in the “Days” in the Mother’s Day issue, and was well liked.
The bloomers are Marian’s. I borrowed them for the informal. She borrows my black dress quite often, so it’s O.K.
May 22, ‘23
Dearest folks,
I received your two letters this morning and am hurrying to answer them.
Do not think that it isn’t perfectly proper to go on a mixed house party. All of the clubs have them and some of the very nicest girls in Bartlett are going—especially Marian Conkle, the minister’s daughter of whom I was telling you. As far as Stuart is concerned—I wouldn’t hesitate because of him because if he had wanted me to go with him he should have asked me sooner. He probably isn’t going at all. Besides, I don’t want to go with anyone steadily, I’d rather change off. That doesn’t mean that I have too many “on the string” as you suggested—in fact, I’m not the least interested in fishing, but if any nice fish happen to get into my line by mistake, I gently pick them off and put them back into the water again. Ha!
Please don’t worry about my getting to think too much of Jian. I could never consider him in any light but that of a fine fellow, nor does he have any other thought of me. He is certainly the one foreigner who is the exception that makes the rule. He had chosen me for a friend because he thinks I am less frivolous than the average American girl and because I am interested in the experiences he tells me of. He is far removed from the emotional type of alien. I know him so very well that I am quite capable of judging. His least serious thought is that of girls. I’ll probably be with Marian and the others most of the time, and yet I don’t feel as if I can afford to lose the opportunity of spending a couple of days in the influence of such as fine and unusual character as Mr. Tutunjian. It will probably be the last visit we’ll ever have for there isn’t time for anything during the rush of the last three weeks of school. You know I’m not the kind of a girl to “fall” for every man I see—I have too much of my mom’s and pop’s common sense for that.
I haven’t heard a word from Evelyn since I gave her the invitation a couple of weeks ago. I don’t believe she can be planning on coming, but I’m going to write again to find out.
Thank you for the beautiful apple blossoms and flowering current. I imagine everything is lovely at home now. How I wish I were there! But I probably can be next week end. Thanks just heaps for the doughnuts too. They tasted so good. But, you just mustn’t bother to send me things to eat. I get a plenty and am feeling unusually well for spring. I’m so sorry about my laundry! It rained so hard Saturday that Sidnie couldn’t get the card mailed telling you that it wouldn’t come and not to wait for it. I simply didn’t have a minute to send it in, but I’m awfully sorry that it made you so much trouble!
I’m going to Rosendale tonight. Rev. Ingram is taking me and some of the other Bartlett girls too. I’ll probably meet a lot of fine young people. I certainly plan on staying at home all summer except when we all go together. Perhaps we can all be at the lake during the conference. I don’t care about going only as it will make my C.E. work easier and more successful. I want to stick close to my mom and pop all summer long.
I’m sending Aunt Mary and Mrs. Holt both a “Scribbler.”
Your loving,
Pearl.
P.S. Stell said when I told her that I was going, “I don’t know of another man on the campus that I’d rather have you go on that house part with” If you would rather I wouldn’t go, however just say so and I’ll be glad to give it up.
I’ll send my speech home after tonight. I’m not committing it to memory—just getting the general idea.
May 1923
[after 23rd]
Mon. morning
Dearest, dearest folks,
We all came back from the house party last night at seven after having the best time imaginable. The weather was incomparable. Most of the time, the water was so smooth as glass, and I never saw more beautiful sunsets.
The whole crowd was so congenial! There wasn’t a single person to mar the enjoyment. Mr. Tutunjian said that in his first and last experience of the kind in America, he was going to have a good time. He seemed to enjoy every minute of it. I’m glad he went for everyone present learned to know him better and so to admire him more. He proved himself a perfect gentleman.
There was something doing every minute. Friday evening, two boat loads of us went out on the lake and sang for a couple of hours. I took my guitar.
Saturday morning, Marian and Lynn Jones and Jian and I took a small motor boat and went to a sandstone camp a most beautiful spot on the lake, from there to the Lawson estate, then to Sherwood Forest Hotel and home. In the afternoon we sat in the parlors and read aloud and later hiked to the Bible Institute to look it over. In the evening we all sat in the par. and sang again.
Sunday morning, Dr. Groves (who was one of the chaperones was nicer than I imagined he could be) took Marian and Lynn, Dr. Groves’ mother-in-law (another splendid chaperone) and Jian and I to Mitchaell’s Glen in his car. We took a lot of pictures there and got back to the hotel in time for dinner. In the afternoon we had a little impromptu program before the whole crowd. Burl Miller sand several solos, Jian sang an Armenian and a Turkish song, and another fellow did some slight-of-hand tricks. After that we all went on a big lake launch, similar to those at Chain’s Lakes and took an excursion around the lake. When we got back, we walked to see a fox farm at a little distance, came back to supper and autoed back to Ripon.
I’m not nearly so tired as I expected to be. I guess it did me good to get away from all the thoughts of study for a while.
Evelyn didn’t come. I haven’t heard from her yet.
Tonight there are four club meetings—I haven’t decided which I shall go to yet.
I must close now and get my lessons. This is rather a short letter but I wanted to let you know right away what a nice time I had.
Don’t forget to plan on the class play. I’ll let you know when it is.
Love,
Pearl.
Bartlett, Ripon, Wis.
Sept. 20, 1923
Dearest folks,
Things are fairly well settled now and I shall take a few minutes to write you about them.
Instead of psychology, I am taking Survey of English literature, because psychology education, philosophy and religion are all quite theoretical and poorly rounded. However I have been retained the last three for the present at least. In addition I decided to take Spanish instead of French, which I am confident will be quite interesting. The total is seventeen hours. I may do a little changing about with something like economics for education because my program is quite inconvenient as you can see by looking over this diagram—but I’m not decided yet.
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Tue. |
Wed. |
Thur. |
Fri. |
Sat. |
8:00 |
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Religion |
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9:00 |
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Spanish |
Spanish |
Spanish |
Spanish |
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10:20 |
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Education |
Education |
Education |
Education |
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11:20 |
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Philosophy |
Philosophy |
Philosophy |
Philosophy |
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12:20 |
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Noon |
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1:15 |
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2:15 |
Psychology |
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Psychology |
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Psychology |
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3:15 |
Eng. Survey |
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Eng. Survey |
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Eng. Survey |
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I have been very busy, as is usual at the beginning of school. There was a meeting of my C.E. cabinet yesterday P.M. with Rev. Inghram (He and I had met the night before to talk things over.) and I hope my plans can be carried out successfully. After the C.E. gets well started it can almost “run itself.”
I haven’t bought an umbrella yet, but may before long. I haven’t had time to work on your luncheon set yet, Mom, and fear it won’t be done by your birthday—which by the way, comes on the Sunday you will be in Ripon. Hooray! Did the ornament you were putting on your blouse fit? If it didn’t there are lots of beauties in town.
The walk-around is Fri. nite. I haven’t a date—have been too busy getting them for my little sisters. However, I’m not at all anxious to go, so won’t be disappointed if I don’t.
I have to lead C.E. Sun. nite—then that will be over with for a long time.
I love you
Pearl.
Bartlett Hall, Ripon
Oct. 7, 1923 (Sun.)
Darling Moms and Pops,
I’m ashamed that I didn’t write a letter during the week, but I have been working hard and taking it easy between times. Don’t worry about me being tired—I’m not!! Everything is coming along splendidly—it is no comparison to carrying the absentia’s last spring—I have my schedule all made out (I mean my study schedule) and am not going to study on Sunday or after school. It’s a relief to get up Sunday morning and know that there is no studying to do.
I did go to Sheboygan after all. Warren Mutch, you know, took his car and he told me there was room for me beside the other delegates—so I went. It was very much worth my time and effort. I saw several of the people who were at the Green Lake conference. Rev. Munger, who sent me the book in the summer, told me he had another for me which he would send soon.
Stuart, in his last letter, said he was coming down to Homecoming Nov. 10. I had a letter from Gorge, but he didn’t say anything about coming down. I have caught sight of “Jian” two or three times rushing across the campus seeming to be as busy as ever. Rumers [sic] have come that he carried off all the honors at Chicago U. this summer.
E.E. is coming on just fine.
We won the game yesterday 26-0, with Northwestern! Wasn’t that thrilling? It was so one-sided that it really wasn’t very exciting. I felt sorry for the poor N.W. fellows—they looked so downhearted. I know how were would have felt had we lost. Now, Iwant you to come to the Homecoming game. I know you’d enjoy it and a football game is something you ought to see. It doesn’t make any difference if Stuart does come. He’ll be with his chums in town most of the time anyway—and I’d lots rather be with you than any man my keen imagination can imagine!
I wish you could have stayed longer last Sunday, but I was awfully happy to have you stay as long as you did. I hope Uncle A.P. thought he had a good time.
The first Vesper service was the P.M. so it’s lucky that I didn’t plan on coming home. I’ll try to come next Friday night though.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the most interesting thing I’ve done for ages. The Christian Service Club conducted the services in a little country church six miles out of Ripon today. One of the fellows preached, Givendolen Morse and I sang a duet (one I sand with Sidnie last year) and Sidnie sang a solo. The church has no minister and it depends on outside help for its existence. There was quite a nice crowd there. Professor Moore took us out and one of the parishioners brought us back. On the whole this has been rather a full week-end.
I had a letter from Evelyn a few days ago. Hope she will be better after Dr. Connel gets through with her. I must try to write to her soon.
It is getting late and I must go to bed.
Goodnight dears,
Pearl.
O xxxxOOOO
OxOxOxoxxxxxxoxxOxO
Oct. 22, ‘23
Dearest Moms and Pops,
Another busy week has just passed and an equally busy one is just beginning.
Last night, Sidnie and I were invited to a recital given by Lorraine Foat who has been studying in a school of expression in New York. It was a wonderful thing. She read several selections. Beside her contribution there was violin music, piano solos and vocal solos. The Theta Alpha Phi (the national dramatic fraternity) was the host, you might say. It was at the Grand View Hotel where the “frat” had been having a six o’clock dinner. We happened to be among the fortunate few beside the faculty, who were invited.
Tonight, the C.E. is having a six o’clock supper, after which Prexy will speak and there will be special music.
Stuart writes that he is coming by car to go to the Lawrence game. I received a nice box of candy (which is all gone now) from George, but I haven’t heard from him. However, I am going to write a note to him this P.M. thanking him for it.
I’m sorry about Mrs. Morse’s sickness, and hope she will get well.
Yes, I think I’ll be able to get some extra copies of the Scribbler when it comes out before Christmas. I haven’t been able to write anything for it, so I guess I’ll hand in some things I wrote last year. While I have nineteen hours of work, I don’t expect to spend much time writing—not even letters. However, I broke the record this week and wrote to several people, Aunt Mary included.
Is there any possibility that you could bring me back next Sunday afternoon if I should come home? It may not be necessary, I don’t know yet. I want to come very much and will if I can possible do so without getting tired. I wish I could come home every week-end, I enjoy it so much, but I must stay here and just rest sometimes. I feel very well so far, and want to continue. I certainly want to come but if I think I’d better not, I wish you would come down here. I’ll write you all about it in the middle of the week.
All the girls are crazy about my red dress.
I had my watch fixed and it cost just three dollars as I expected. Some of the works were broken. The jeweler asked me if I had dropped it, but I can’t remember having done so.
Ripon won the Stevens Point football game yesterday. I didn’t go—it was terribly cold—but the girls came back with glowing reports of splendid playing. The score was 21 to nothing, and was won by several of those thrilling dashes by which one man carried the ball nearly the whole length of the field with the players trying in vain to catch him while the mad mob on the sidelines hooted and jumped and threw hats into the air. Gee, I hope you can come to the Homecoming game!
I hope I’ll see you this week-end.
Yours always and always,
Pearl.
Bartlett, Ripon, Wis.
Oct. 31, 1923
Dearest folks,
There isn’t time to write much, but I’ll just scribble a few lines to tell you that I’m feeling fine and am as busy as ever.
The plans for Saturday are working out beautifully. Marian and Mr. Krebs (Stuart’s friend) are going with us. The Conkles have invites us out there to dinner Saturday, and I think we’ll go unless something happens to Stuart. Shiocton is 19 miles on fine roads from Appleton.
What do you think! Betty Lyons, Terry Donavon and I were entertained at Prexy’s last night to a four course dinner which Mrs. Evans cooked herself. It was delicious! Afterward, we went into the radio room and listened to concerts consisting of vocal solos, quartets, choirs, lectures, violin and piano solos, orchestras and almost everything else in the line of entertainment that you can imagine. It was a wonderful experience! The Evans’s have the humbleness of true greatness. We stayed until after ten, and then could hardly drag ourselves away. They urged us to come over any evening that we cared to listen to the radio.
Tonight the annual Hallowe’en party comes off—nobody knows where. The college is to be escorted in trucks to the mysterious destination. I guess I’ll go and hope it will be rewarding. Don’t worry—I’ll dress warm.
I had a lovely time at home over the week-end even though unexpected things did happen. I hope you aren’t overworked with company this week as a result.
Always
Your loving,
Pearl.
Bartlett, Ripon, Wis.
Nov. 11, 1923
Moms and Pops, dears,
Well, Homecoming is nearly over, and the quiet prospects of the future are very welcome, indeed.
A good many of the old girls came back. Ignaty did not come—I don’t know why Ethel Gay, Verna Taylor, Jo Case, Eva Mathison (I didn’t see her) and many strange guests were here from Friday until now for shorter or longer periods of time. Mildred Hotchkiss was also here.
Although the Ripon team played, if anything, superior football, we lost to a score of 3-0. It was one of the best games I ever saw. I s’pose I’ll have to make some candy for George!
He came down on the morning train and went back on the evening train after we had spent a very pleasant day. We walked around to all the places he remembered when he was here “ten” years ago. We had both dinner and supper at the Leroy Hotel—Sidnie accompanying us at the latter. Everything was very pleasant.
How is Mrs. Roberts getting along—and Mary too? I wrote Mary a letter and sent her a poem I had written for the occasion. I haven’t had time to write Glenn and Hanah [sic] a congratulatory letter yet.
Most everyone went to the dance Saturday night, so Sid, and a few other girls and I went to the show up town. It wasn’t especially gratifying except as a diversion.
I didn’t go to church or Sunday school yesterday, (this is Mon. morning) but we had Vespers in the P.M. so I wasn’t altogether heathen. Mr. Tutunjian spoke in C.E. last night on the problems of Americanization. From his own experience as a foreigner in this country, he had a wealth of things to offer. Of course, he made it wholly impersonals, but one could read into it his own struggles. It was splendid! He said he would be an American citizen on July 1st. I have heard that he has sent for his young brother who is now in Egypt and will educate him in this country. Then, when the boy has a workable knowledge of our language they will send for the mother and make a home for her here. I don’t know how true this report is, for she has said nothing of it to me.
My narcici are budding and I am hoping they will bloom before Thanksgiving vacation.
Gwendolen is planning on coming home with us. We believe Sidnie will want her for the first few days, because Juanita may be coming home later. I’ll let you know more definitely about that later.
The college play, “Three Live Ghosts” will be given the Friday night before Thanksgiving—Nov. 23. By all means you should come to see it. Please do! Let me know just as soon as possible that I may get your tickets,
Oh, by the way, George said that my red dress was one of the prettiest dresses he had ever seen. He had a bad cold, so couldn’t enjoy himself as much as he might otherwise have donw.
Sidnie had a spread last night for all second floor. We had a nice time. Tonight six of us, Sidnie, Klara, Dahlke, Schwingie, Ruther Davies, Esther Haase and I are going to have another. Schwingie has a chicken, Klara is getting a cake, I’m getting ice crams and the others will buy other goodies. We’ll have a regular banquet. I don’t want to give a spread until after Christmas.
I am in a pageant, “The City Beautiful” for am evening service next Sunday. Mr. Boody is directing it, but I don’t believe ths fact will influence him in choosing characters for the plays for I’m only in a chorus.
Betty Lyon and I went to make out dinner call at Evans Thursday P.M., but as they weren’t in, we left our cards. I must go to Groves’ soon, too.
I went to the hair dresser’s Thursday for a shampoo, and she did a wonderful job. I am awfully disappointed that we haven’t any soft water here this year. It is very inconvenient.
I’m awfully anxious to see you. It seems a long tie since I was home. Be sure to come down to the play.
Heaps of love,
Pearl.
Letters transcribed by Parissa DJangi and Bryan Schneider