Charles E. H. Bates Family Correspondence, 1899-1930 - 8

Wednesday March 2, 1921

My Dearest Edward

You bad kid why don't you write to me. I am going to be real angry if I don't hear from you to-morrow, I haven't heard all week. I could not write last night as I had to study hard. Yesterday at college I studied three hours on Hygiene, and didn't get home until after six fifteen. Aunt Isabel and Uncle Bert came down to dinner. In the evening finished my Anthropology composition. Aunt Isabel is going to type it for me. Buy was going to do it but the typewriter broke and he can't fix it.

I guess your mother has written to you saying that Norman has arrived in New York. He and Helen must be very happy. Poor kids they certainly have had a tough time of it.

Mrs. Sargent was down here yesterday. I was so sorry not to have been home because I like her so much She brought Martha some little booties she had made and also a pillow that Helen got in the Phillipines. It is perfectly adorable and the work on it is lovely.

It has been quite warm to-day. To-morrow I think I will sport out in a thin dress, that is if it is nice weather. I may take Mabel over with me to-morrow. This

afternoon Martha and I sat outside. She served, the "Pelican" came out to-day so I read all the jokes to Martha. There certainly are some jokes in it too. I am progressing famously on your neck-tie. It is loads of fun to make one. I hope that you will like it, dear. Mabel is crazy to make one so Joc told her she could "ha"[crossed out] make him one if she wanted to.

Mu and Bob came down night before last. They surely are a great pair. Told us all about their honeymoon trip, and they must have had a grand time. Lets you and I get married so I can go with you to the Yosemite next month on your vacation. It is too good

to ever come true.

I guess you think it funny that I am using paper which doesn't match the envelope. But I have a few envelopes left over from an old box of paper so I didn't think you would mind if I used them up with this paper.

I want to crochet some before dinner, dear, so will say good-bye. Be a good boy and write more, it doesn't do any good to tell you to write, though. Look how good I am about writing to you.

Lots of love, Mar.

Thursday, March 3, 1921.

Dear sweetheart,

There is so much noise going on down stairs that I can hardly write. Bery and Cliff are playing the victrola and Jane the piano so you can imagine what a combination they make. Ed and Mabel have gone up to the movies. Martha and Joc have gone down to your house and mother and dad have gone over to Oakland.

I received your letter to-day, dear, and it was so nice. I can't tell you how