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#36 Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
October 25, 1946

Dear folks,

Last weekend was restful. I often feel like and sometimes do nap afternoons. Nothing puts me to sleep [[strikethrough]] as doing [[/strikethrough]] so much as History or Biology reading.

I will do my best, though it will be difficult, to impress Connie. Tell me a little more facts: of what church was her grandfather pastor? Where did Robert go to college at first? What was he setting out to become before he made that marriage? And, how old is Connie? Where does she live? Robert was a baby when you and his sister were such friends, n'c'est pas?

Grandma didn't want another Jalna book when I asked her last week, but I will get one anyway. I think she is afraid it won't get back to the Library in time; the last book Mrs. Barry didn't carry back till a week after it was due. It is possible that I won't come home the week after next--there is the History month hour exam the following Monday morning.

It is too bad about your heel, Dad. It healed up quickly, though. Did the doctor actually take anything out of it? 

How is Miss Guernsey?

Yes, I now have all the items which you sent up--1,2,3.

Joyce, who, as I told you, wants to get a job in Agissez, is going over with me Saturday morning. I hope we find Miss Dykeman; do you think, through Miss Bryant, we could possibly find a job for her? She is working on the Radcliffe "News", as a feature-story writer--has a humor column now and then. They have finally chosen a name for the Literary monthly magazine: "Radditudes". Isn't that awful?

Sophy wrote a letter on one large and one small sheet of University Club paper. "Please excuse the hastiness of my letter. I just saw David and am a bit flustered." She tells about her college cources. Mycology was a new one [[strikethrough]] ofn [[/strikethrough]] on me. When I hear of the twenty drawing assignment she has for each lesson, the capillary system of the [[strikethrough]] rana [[/strikethrough]] Rana pipiens seems quite simple.

Mr. Dexter Easton, our lab assistant, was guinea pig again last Saturday.(He is short and good-looking, about twenty-five; [[strikethrough]] his blond hair [[/strikethrough]] he brushes his blonde hair straight up to make him appear taller) They laid him out on the platform desk and a heavy, grave Spaniard, Dr. Miller, strapped electrodes on his left arm and right leg. To these was attached an electrocardiograph. Current on. A series of thunderous claps announced the beating of his heart. The normal heart rate is seventy beats per minute. Mr. Dexter's face grew very red; we counted one hundred per minute. Aside from this interesting display, they gave a movie on the absorption of food into the cells, with another picture of a goat's squirming intestines. In lab yesterday there was a frog's living tongue and heart(still within, but exposed) to be seen. Mr. E. stuck needles containing several drugs into the blood vessels, and we observed how much the animal could stand. Horrors.

Well, I must run to a posture picture (other didn't come out) now, and study all day on that History. I hope you had a good time at the Museum reception and didn't get overtired.

Love, Doris