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[[underline]]To Mother, October 2, 1925[[/underline]]: There is a dance at the Phi Delt House tomorrow night and Mike asked me to come down. It is formal and as my tuxedo is in good shape,I rather think I shall go. I'll probably go stag as there will be alot of stags there. Mike and Guy Bartlett are going to take [[underline]]one[[/underline]] girl jointly, and this morning I met guy in the restaurant. I remarked that I had a dance with half of his girl, Mike having promised me a dance. Bartlett then very generously offered to allow me to have a "third" in case I went stag. So I guess I'll be there but I don't know just how I'll fare. I may take his offer up.

[[underline]]To Willie, October 4, 1925[[/underline]]: Yes, we shall laugh our way through life. I think a sense of humor is a precious thing. I was a little
apprehensive after sending that letter to "Prof" Fritschner, as to whether or not it might be carrying the joke too far, to address the envelope that way but I guess it's okay as long as the post man doesn't kid you about it. They don't usually
do that sort of thing so all's well I'm sure. ...... it is gratifying to hear that my brothers are among your best students.
My brothers here last night showed me an awfully good time at the dance. I was so enthused that I decided I'd go to some more of them. I went stag and was one of many such. It seems that here at Union, all dances are open house. They never have a program dance except the big "proms" at the gym. At school it was just the other way and all dances were private. This way is much more hospitable, I think. At any rate, Mike introduced me to all the girls I wanted to meet and I had a jolly time. It was impossible to dance more than a few moments with anyone girl before being cut by somebody. I met the sister of one of the boys who was down at the plant, she being in town a few days with her mother and aunt visiting the brother. When she told me she was Bernie Lynch's sister, I said, "Oh, well, then you must be from the south." And she replied thusly, dispelling
all doubt upon the point. "Yes, ah'm from Nyew [[underline]]Awle[[/underline]]ans." I danced with her quite a bit on and off through the evening because she was awfully attractive and because she talks so much 
like you (that order is wrong). I loved to hear a southern voice again. Now I know how to pronounce Lou'a'v'l that way, I always
have to repeat it and say [[underline]]Louis[[/underline]]ville, for no one up here knows what I mean. ...... Learned the other day that the man who designed those huge generators for Niagara Falls was the one who committed suicide here several years ago by jumping out of a
seventh story window of Bldg.2. Sasscer, one of the fellows down in our department, said he must've been figuring out some reactants that wouldn't come out right. I guess that was to some extent true. His work just got the best of him.

[[underline]]To Mother; October 4, 1925[[/underline]]: Last night proved to be highly successful from all points of view. I had such a good time that I believe I'll go to more dances at the House. Contrary to all I had been told about Union dances, this one was not in any sense