Letter to family

Arble Hall Stanford University, Cal. To my relative at Old Elk Grove To my relative half way To my relatives at Oak Grove

Dear FriendsAah rah rah. Aah rah rah! Aah rah Stanford!

I suppise that you have seen it all in the paper so there isn't much use to write you about the justification. The news paper reporters can do it so much better. I have had the biggest time in my life. As a consequence I am hoarse from shouting, sleepy, lame in my

muscle in my body but still happy. The news reached the universi ty at half past eleven on Mon day and all work was im mediately suspended. The stu dents formed in line and marched almost steadily from then until one o'clock. They cheered for every one that they had ever heard of. During the afternoon the flag was run up, cannons boomed and tin horns contributed to the general racket. One boy tied an old kerosene can to his bicycle and rode between the campus and Palo Alto.

In the evening everybody assembled in the "quad" bearing torches and every thing they possessed on which a noise could

be made from tin pans to gun. After marching around the "quad" for some time, they all went to the boy's gymnasium and listened to speeches from Dr. Jordan and others. After that we went back to to the "quad" and saw the fireworks and the electrical display. We were then invited to Palo Alto but my weary feet refused to carry me any farther so I came home and went to bed.

Yesterday morning when we looked around we found some wonderful tranforma tions. '96 was written in bold relief in the quadrangle and the post office formerly white had assumed a liberal coat of red paint during the night and one of the engines in

Palo Alto had received a like dose of cardinal. I had resolved to study all day Tuesday (which Dr. Jordan had declared a holiday) but temptation came along in the shape of a drive up the Santa Cruz Mts. [words "in the shape of" crossed out] to the snow line, and I fell... A party of eleven went from the hall. We drove up the mountain twelve miles and we were only a few miles from La Howda and came back via Woodside and Redwood City. It was one of the finest trips that I ever took. The scenery was magnificent. We were out in a genuine snowstorm. Had lots of fun snowballing. We also took a board along and coasted down hill. I went down

twice. We brought back enough snow to make two or three snow balls.

last night there was a farce in the parlor to wind up the festivities.

Dr. Jordan has given permission to the students to do anything they wish for a week except destroy the buildings and pain the professors.

Everyone looks happy from the small boy up to the most digni fied professor. As my room mate remarks, "Dr. Jordan has worn his best suit for two days."

Yours lovingly, Beulah.