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Sun., Feb. 27. 1938.

Dear Rebekak:

I hope you don't mind the typing, but I'm in
bed and it is much easier to type than write.
I haven't been feeling so well for the last couple of
days, so decided to stay in bed this afternoon. I was
really planing on going down to San Jose for the afternoon.
Last night I finally wrote the long expected
letter to the family and hope there are not to
irked about it.

I received your letter about two weeks ago, and
certainly glad to hear from you. It seems that you and
Frances and Daddy and a little dark-haired friend are
my main correspondence, and you are all always very
prompt. Of course I realize Mother is always busy and
doesn't have much time.

I have a short and concise account of the formal
the other night, so I will not write it all again. The
tux fitted very well, although I looked as though I
had a sport coat on in comparison to the boys that had
tails on; about a third of them were waring tails.

Yesterday, Saturday, I had to get up at 10:30 and
go to my French 11 0'clock, which hurt me very much.
After lunch we went out to the lake, but the canoes
were all taken, so we went down and bowled a couple
of lines. The Kid said that he bowls about 165-75, so
I guess he's pretty far out of my class. I don't
imagine that you bowl quite that high, so maybe
I'll be able to give you some competition.

I haven't heard anything about any of you going
snowing, but I guess you don't have the time, and I
your a little about planning a snow trip, as the last
time it didn't quite pan out. I only wish I had the
time and the money to take it up. That is one of the
big sports around here, and we consequently hear a
lot about it. There are quite a few boys in the house
who ski prettywell. There are two in particular, who
spend about 4 or5 days out of the week in the snow,
leaving Wed., and getting back about Sun. or Mon.
Speaking of the House, it's one o'clock now, and I
should be up there now for lunch. Of course the big
topic of conversation will be the dance, and I hate to
mis out.

I received a very odd letter from your brother
yesterday, and I accuse him of being a little bit
inebreated when he wrote it. Remind me to show it to
when I get home in 19 days, Love,

Russell...

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