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[typed] Roble Hall. Evening.
Thanksgiving - '96

My dearest Nannie,-

Can I ever settle myself to write a legible letter, 20 to
0 in favor of Stanford - Rah Rah, Rah, Rah Rah Rah, Rah Rah Stanford
Really I could just jump up and down all through this letter I am so
happy. 20-0 think of it. A quieter mass of students never left the
campus, not a cheer or a yell, but a crisp, cold snappy morning with
a team of well trained self-controlled, manly, fellows, that simply
walked up and down the field, & Berkely tumbled before their fierce
self possessed strength. Proud of them? I'd like to hug everyone of
them! I tell you there is a staunch pride in this university that
carrys it through every kind of crisis & brings it out triumphant,
and it is the generous loyalty and love they & we all feel for our
blessed Alma Mater and I wager there are lots of our men that do
generous manly things for the Berkely boys to-day in their defeat.

It really has been a very happy day - someway, when I wasn't
asleep Helen Younger and I were busy, and it speaks well for two
persons congeniality, when they can put up with the other on a day of
such suspense. She went to church with me early this morning and the
walk in the sparkling frost was a ----- long; then we did some
errands about Palo Alto for the dance next Saturday, and before and
before we were through one of the bus men asked me to go down to Menlo
Park to bring back the horses for him, as he was going to take the
train & see the game. He couldn't understand our not going and even
offerred us 10. He felt so sorry for us. We saw the long Flyer &
the team near sauntering about the station as cool as cucumbers, some
of them hailed us as we drove up. When we found ourselves in full
possession of the respectable three seater & two horses coming home,
we thought we would make the way a long one. So we stopped at the Sigma
Rho Eta House where Alice Colt was spending the day with Mrs. Rice -
we found Mr. Bruntors staying away from the game too so Mrs. Rice,
Alice, & Mr. Bruntors got in with us & we drove around a little while
and after taking them home we sailed back to Mr. Lund's stables where
they seemed quite glad to see us, and said nothing about the length of
the road back from Menlo being particularly long.

Afterward a package came from Charles, and what do you think it
was! Two plump white boiled chickens, a chocolate cake, and a beautiful
jar of canned peaches. I really think Charles is about the nicest man
we shall ever know; wasn't that dear of him? This afternoon Helen & I
read John Oliver Hoffe's "A Study in Temptations" and slept, till the
glorious news came.

We haven't eaten of our good things yet but are waiting till
Marylyn Maine gets home on the midnight train when we shall have our
spread & celebrate. In the meantime we are going to bed.

Bye-bye
Toodles