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[[underlined]] To Mother, March 30, 1925:[[/underlined]] I just took the mid-semester exam in accounting and think I knocked it for a loop. I also found out that I got 95% for the first six weeks, which is rather good, I guess. ...... Had a lovely time at the Nikiforoffs last evening. Claude Bailey was also there but had to leave at 8 o'clock to pay his call on the Starzenskis, long delayed. After that, the two girls, Madame and I, played bridge, at which Madame is quite a shark, of course. Tania likes to make many remarks about her hands, which is, of course, bad etiquette. Finally Madame said in her charming way, "Tania do you always play such an open game? So open-hearted?"

[[underlined]] To Willie, April 1, 1925: [[/underlined]] My spider is going into the furnace sometime tonight so I am now ready to start something new. Will know more about that tomorrow. Here is a little crude sketch of the ring that Mr. Eveleth now has. They are really beautiful when they come out of the furnace because the copper oxides are every shade from light olive to a dark purplish crimson color. If the work is allowed to cool down far enough before being exposed to the air, it is just that pure copper color -- almost pink.

[[image - clipping of a copper colored three dimensional sketch of trapezoidal blocks arranged into five circular layers (six projections, three every other layer, opposite each other on the outside) forming a cylinder, labeled "(Not for publication)]]

The actual colors are beautiful. The sketch gives only a faint idea of how varied they are. I was so impressed once by a load as it came out of the furnace that I made a hasty outline of it and wrote the color of each object on the outline with the intention of making a colored drawing of it sometime and rather think I shall too. I put that "Not for publication" on there because I rather think that a certain gentleman with whom I am now associated, would be displeased if he knew such a sketch were going through the mails. But [[underlined]] I [[/underlined]] know that my Willie is safe. ...... What a name! Nitrosopgenylkydroxylamine! I [[underlined]] can't [[/underlined]] pronounce it! My tongue falls all over itself and gets completely twisted up when I try. But how grand that you found out that your precipitate was organic. You are right about professors not always being right -- nor most anyone else as far as that goes. I used to think that in such a place as this for example, [[underlined]] nothing [[/underlined]] was ever done wrong. I had an idea that no mistakes were ever made and that all went well, with master minds directing things. But, my goodness! Such is not the case 

Transcription Notes:
mandc: See sketch also on page 91. I changed "think I shall to" to "think I shall too"--thomasc