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[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 every-
one 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 harm-
less 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.