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[typed] Sunday- September the eighth
1895.

My dearest Nannie,

How I wish you could see us this morning in our cosy room.
Everyone says "Oh, how homey" the minute they come into the door.
But I am not going to describe it, so you will be surprised when
you come down. The university has its same atmosphere of peaceful
grandeur that it had in the summer even though there is a regis-
tration of eight hundred and six students. Last night there was
a rush between the Freshman and the Sophs. The sophomores won.
The Freshmen consist of the shortest youngest boys imaginable.,
and had but little chance against full fledged college men.
By way of special disgrace the class of '99 was tied and marched
in front of Roble and their faces lighted up by torches, it
seemed pityful to see the poor little freshies so in the hands of
the older men, but probably they thought it the grandest night of
their lives.

Miss Thompson is lovely. The Hall is not very full and the
girls are very nice. I had a letter from Helen Lathrop. She is
not coming back. She feels that it is too expensive. Her father
is better and she is with him at Crystal Springs.

Mr. Peete called yesterday in the Episcopal garb. He is de-
lightful - such a courtly gentleman of the old school. He said
Dr. Wakefield was expected home soon having been ill in Venice
with the fever, and all his money stolen besides. It struck me
as being perfectly ludicrous but I managed to be politely sol-
icitous. How splendid it is that Mr. Foote is better. No doubt
they enjoyed a glimpse of you so much. Do give so much love to
Auntie Sue. Theodora was so glad to see her at the station the
day she was in San Jose. To-morrow the classes meet for the