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Street, so I headed for the Square. No one seemed to know where that was, so I entered the Unitarian Church on the corner at the Square--Elliot Hall. It seems that the other church is in Boston. So I just stayed there. We first had refreshements, of which I ate entirely too many, and then a chapel service. After singing a resounding hymn, a boy got up to solemnly--and ardently--warn us against the dangers of tolerating Communism from our liberal viewpoints! I have heard that there was an affair at Harvard a few years ago regarding Communism, and several boys were dismissed.

Following this there was a Virginia reel--very strenuous, and some games with chairs, etc. I sneaked off about 9:30. The people were all very friendly, but the games were so general that it was difficult to get to know anybody. There will be a dance there Saturday night--but I have to stay in that week-end.

I met a very nice girl in English class. I don't know her name, but she looks Greek. I had to read a story in class Monday; Chose "Peter Wescott", a short story by Hugh Walpole, quite characteristic of him. It was well received. The story read last week was very strange and unpopular--a story from "Seven Gothic Tales" by Isa Jacobson; there was a good deal of discussion. This week nobody had anything to say. Discovered that Elaine Eystein is in the class--she sits right in front ot me. She doens't look very Jewish, is of medium height, dark and rather pretty. [[strikethrough]] Her-story [[/strikethrough]] She wrote an excellent story which Mr. Kempton read in class lastweek--about a woman whose character she was too blind to understand until the last--with a very good twist. I find that a large percentage of the girls here are from New York. There are a lot of Scottish girls too.

There was French Toast for breakfast and I could not resist it. I hope that you are finding something for the old cat.

Love,

Doris