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[written] '96 p. 13 8
[typed] May

My dear Nannie--

This Fr. Revolution lecture is awfully stupid, even though it is
the next to the last, and I am going to take the notes in paper
transferable to you. You would laugh if you knew the way I write to
you nowadays. In Eng.11--the short story class, we have had to write
letters, so I always write to you except on theme paper, & then, of
course I can't realize that you don't get them. Last night I dropt into
the funniest lecture by a railroad official I fancy in the Canadian
Pacific Railway. The lantern slides were beautiful & recalled vividly
the trip home. But the lecture was ludicrous, nearly all dialect
poetry. The past week has gone quickly--have been writing my Danton
paper for Dr. Howard. I am sick and tired of it. Last week was
Rose Carnival in San Jose. Stanford day was the great day, & of course
we carried off the honors, beat Berkely etc. To-day there is fraternity
initiation, and the boys are going around with white cotton gloves on,
fishing in the middle of the dry quadrangle, patroling the arcades
with mock uniforms & brooms and doing all imaginable nonsense. I
think I have told Miss Hardy all your news but I musn't forget to tell
you about the loveliest old bridge & stream right near--if only we
had found it last summer. The days are perfect now & this morning is
the happiest day since May. Poor Meriam Maclaren has had to go home
with a carbuncle on her nose. I am afraid she will miss the Commence-
ment week fun. Ed.Schneider is home with Edith Barfield. I haven't
seen him yet out here he looks badly, having lost most of his hair.

Bye-bye
Toodles.