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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] February 17 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]]

face that I found I was to room with.  Three of us, she among them moved next door to get a little privacy.  Alice & I played together mostly when rush week was over.  She began to rouse my ire when she [[strikethrough]] came in [[/strikethrough]] ^[[swooned]] every time she stepped in the house, saying she was dead she had been working so hard - I got so damn sick of her business like air that was so carelessly assumed.  Most of the Freshmen were at my feet at first but when they saw I wasn't having many dates and hated to loan clothes they began to place their affections else where.  I hate to have anything expected of me because I hate to have to live up to it.  I groaned when I heard indirectly that one freshman tho't me the pick of the bunch - because I knew she would soon be terribly disillusioned I was

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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] February 18 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]]

beginning to feel like a misfit already - I refused Oliver dates - one morning I  was walking to school, and he came along, alone, in Alice's car - we rode an hour - Talked.  I only gave him three or four dates after that.  Besides not liking him especially I couldn't stand his ameturish habits - his abruptness grated on my nerves. He told me some about his room mate - and intellect who was decaying from studying so much.  He sneered at the studious one, and impressed one me that he was a he-man.  I can't think of anything hardly that happened before I met [[underlined]] him [[/underlined]].  Alice said she had met him and had talked to him - and he was horribly lopsided.  I wasn't ready to take her opinion of him because I knew [[strikethrough]] wher [[/strikethrough]] we differed on many things.  She was up in a sitting room in their apartment.  The landlady was scandalized.  I came in from a date with Hank Petty and Alice told me all about it.  Then one day she said she would tell me something but it would flatter me too much.  She finally told me that he had asked her who a girl was with a silver bandeau on her head, that she was talking to the day before.  She said it was the girl that slung hash with her in Denver this summer.  Hell's Bell's won't she