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of these days. He'll tell you I once loved a blonde
waitress at Harvard but he is a liar. He told her I
did and so she used to give me the evil [I - crossed out] eye — but
believe me or believe me not — I never ever looked at her,
except to pay for a bum meal. There was a fellow at
Harvard studying for a Ph.D — philosophy — looked like
the orginitor of Xianty & was called "Jesus" in the
philosophy department. He married that waitress. Moral:
don't study too much philosophy — you lose all sense of
value. Marion was also secretary to Charles Eliot, Pres.
emeritus of Harvard, also secretary to A. B. Hart, the
historian, also Copeland and many other notables.

How well I remember leaving his rooms at late hours &
trampling thru infinite snow to my humble, almost
unheated quarters on a third floor, where I froze all
night & never got warm until I lit a class-room radiator
next morning. Let me not forget to mention the inebriated
medicos who slipped over from Harvard Medical School —
Boston and reeled around Harvard yard in mid-winter
midnight snow storm, waving their stethoscopes &
offering to deliver any[one - crossed out] Harvard lad who they deemed