November 18,1923, Austin to Northampton, Massachusetts

Mon Chère femme,

Somebody sent Ralph Johnson a Tattler the other day, and I saw where Helen Robinson excelled in English at Smith College. It seems that you are also excelling ing astronomy. Somehow I don't believe that the correspondence system of teaching is very efficacious, the teacher and pupil should be in close contact (in the narrowest sense of the word in some cases), especially with regard to astronomy. Don't you think so?

I saw a good football game yesterday between Texas and Oklahoma. The night before, I went to the rally. The coeds all came in together -- and I didn't know there was such a mob of them -- they were an ornery looking bunch, hardly a good looking girl there.

I broke training (or something like that) and went to see "The Bat" last week. We climbed five or six flights of stairs, and then parked our cares on the backs of the benches. Those benches sure have short backs, and they left me a marked man; in fact I was almost cut in two. You aren't the only one who has to to a little work. I've got a 600 - 800 page theme to write, a bunch of French and chemistry to memorize, and, furthermore and worst, I've got to get the circulatory system of the frog down pat.

Well, I'm flunking right along.

With 5 gals of love (not gas)

Henry

P.S. A gallon is much smaller than a bushel - you aren't coming up to specification.

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