October 28, 1923 Austin to Northampton, Massachusetts

P.S. Mother unsealed a letter to me so she could put this clipping in – she thought I would be interested, and I sure was.

Ha! Ha!

[The newspaper clipping reads, “A letter from Mrs. Eems, dean of Smith college, was received by Mrs. Warren. In her letter she praised Helen Robinson, a former student highly.]


My Dear Little Girl,


Its cloudy here today, and looks like rain. I'm sorry you don't like my weather reports, but I can't think of anything but the weather to write about. Would you like a little more mush or have I been giving you too much already? I can't think of any thing to say now, so I think I'll step out and get a bite of breakfast and see if that'll help me think of something.

But before I go, I want to know whom you had that date with, that you told me about in your first letter. Is he good-looking? Oh, yes, I was over-joyed at getting two letters last week, I almost forgot to tell you that. Well, I'll see what a full stomach will do to help me.

I'm back from breakfast, and my brain is just as empty as ever – not like my stomach.

I saw Southwestern U. get cleaned 44 – 0 yesterday. I go to the games whenever they are here, and that's about all I do besides study and loaf, so I don't know anything to tell you about. I've seen Eva Belle a couple of times since I've been here, and Ralph Johnson and Sam Miller and I board at the same place; I see some of the other boys every once in a while too.

The girls down here sure do paint up and the a lot of the boys don't wear garters – do fashion notes interest you?

Do you still remember what I told you? Watch your step with those boys up there. I don't think they are as scarce as you pretend they are. That'll be all for this time, so,

Heaps of love,

Henry,

Isn't this a long enough letter?


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