dear daddy-long-legs,

jimmie mcbride has sent me a princeton banner as big as one end

of the room; i am very grateful to him for remembering me, but i

don't know what on earth to do with it. sallie and julia won't

let me hang it up; our room this year is furnished in red, and you

can imagine what an effect we'd have if i added orange and black.

but it's such nice, warm, thick felt, i hate to waste it.

would it be very improper to have it made into a bath robe?

my old one shrank when it was washed.

i've entirely omitted of late telling you what i am learning,

but though you might not imagine it from my letters, my time is

exclusively occupied with study. it's a very bewildering matter

to get educated in five branches at once.

`the test of true scholarship,' says chemistry professor,

`is a painstaking passion for detail.'

`be careful not to keep your eyes glued to detail,' says history

professor. `stand far enough away to get a perspective of the whole.'

you can see with what nicety we have to trim our sails between

chemistry and history. i like the historical method best.

if i say that william the conqueror came over in 1492, and columbus

discovered america in 1100 or 1066 or whenever it was, that's a mere

detail that the professor overlooks. it gives a feeling of security

and restfulness to the history recitation, that is entirely lacking

in chemistry.

sixth-hour bell--i must go to the laboratory and look into a little

matter of acids and salts and alkalis. i've burned a hole as big

as a plate in the front of my chemistry apron, with hydrochloric acid.

if the theory worked, i ought to be able to neutralize that hole

with good strong ammonia, oughtn't i?

examinations next week, but who's afraid?

yours ever,

judy