Stanford Student Letters and Memoirs

[written] p. 227

[typed] Sunday - - Nov. 8 - '96

Your letters are so sweet and so jolly I simply love to get them & can scarcely keep from reading the funny parts to all the girls. You asked about the typhoid fever scare - it has all blown over now, & was more a rumour than anything else. Poor Mrs. Greggs was the saddest case. We are having heavenly weather, just cold enough to make everyone dig.

To-morrow for Wordsworth we have to be able to recite from one to twenty-five sonnets. I have been learning the one "The world is too much with us", but know I can't say it when anyone is listening to me. I am going to learn the one to sleep beginning "a flock of sheep that leisurely pass by" etc.

Yesterday Mr. Bete made a morning call as he often does on Saturdays. He is anxious to get up some kind of an organization simply for the purpose of having all the Episcopal girls know each other by meeting perhaps once a semester. What a dig he must have been in college! It will probably be called some kind of guild & I promised him my help.

Mr. Bronco whom I spoke of as one of the new Rho Eta boys is a most interesting fellow, his name will give you an inkling to his ancestory & history--it is Wilhelm Karl, Friederick, Robert, St. Hilare Braenkov!!! And he has Americanized it to Will Bronco. Joe looks like a German Greek!

I promised to dine with a Mrs. Peck in Palo Alto to talk over Wordsworth. I know her scarcely at all but hope she knows our subject and has something good to eat. Have put on my flannels and re-continued my delicious cold baths. The matron is a wizard, incompetant and harmless as ever. Yesterday in a football game between the Berkely Freshmen & our Freshman we beat them all to smash. Red'd Alpine Crowes wedding cards--she is now Mrs. Wallace R. Farrington. H.I. someone whom she met on her return from her visit to Mrs. McGrew.

Thank you and Aunt Clara so much for my beautiful dress-- the prettiest evening on I ever had.

Your Toodles.