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#36 Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
October 23, 1946

Dear folks,

Last night I began a new life: Nancy Carroll and Nancy Burns cut my hair and gave me bangs. Vous pouvez vous imaginez les effets. I am instructed to put it up in rags, and brush it thououghly, for which purpose I am going to buy a brush this morning. The change was really drastic. All the girls liked it; Alice Glaser immediately had hers cut also; it was considered for a moment that everyone the floor either undergo banging or have a crew cut.

Forgot to tell you in the last letter that I met Edith Foster (after the church meeting on that Sunday night). She explained how her mother had told her I would be here. Please, oh, please, who is she?

Several people are interested in becoming scientists on this floor.  Barbie Anne Kinny, tall, blonde, and husky, collects fossils. Joyce Bloch surprised me very much by stating that she wanted to be a museum curate; she is so otherwise built--very pretty, gay, used to enjoying herself in unusual ways--she hitchhiked all the way from Maine to New York this summer--but perhaps the quiet atmosphere of Agissez has charms as a novelty. I took her up one day, but neither Miss Bryant nor The Great Dane were there. We'll go again some day. She would like to get a small job there. Nancy Carroll herself--who is engaged to be married, which gives the poise, I discovered, is going to major in bio-chemistry.

Sunday afternoon when I should have been studying for the History test which I messed up the next day, I went to the Symphony with some of the girls.($1.70) It was marvelous: Weber's Overture to the Opera Oberon; Ravel's "Pavane pour une Infante Defunte"; Strauss' "Till Eulenspiegel's Merry Pranks"; and Brahm's First Symphony. I particularly liked the first and third. Weber reminds me a little of Schubert--in the sweetness of some of his melodies and the simplicity of them. It is unbelievable [[strikethrough]] to find out [[/strikethrough]] that he wrote this joyful piece when he was dying of consumption. Till isbfun to follow. Nancy C. says that there are several books describing his actual pranks. Brahms seemed a little too monotonous, except for the last movement. He has a way of carrying on the melody from one instrument to another so completely that the chain is never broken and you feel a tension being built up. I must take that Music 1 cource some year--it offers a survey of all music, with listening to records as assignments. 

We have a darling kitten on third floor. Nancy Burns was made a present of it by some fellow, and sneaked it upstairs Monday evening. Since then it has being making the [[strikethrough]] rooms [[/strikethrough]] round of rooms, being successively deposed from bedspread after injured bedspread(not mine) while the maids cleaned or Miss Gerrish appeared. We have told her now; it must go--poor little "Hurdy-gurdy" as he is called. He looks like out cat except that he has a white nose and feet