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36 Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
March 21, 1947


Dear folks,

Am glad to hear that the cot is on the way.

I heard from Beatrice Monk last night. Should I call her Beatrice? It sounds so stiff and unnatural to say "Miss Monk." She wants me to dress up in evening gown and sup with her before the opera, then to stay overnight at the Club with her, as she is afraid to let me go home alone. Unless I can find someone else who is going that night I shall have to agree. She is going to make it a grand occasion.

I have been asked by a girl - Hannah Finegold - if I would like a blind date with a friend of a friend of hers to the Saturday night dance of the Harvard Liberal Union. I would like to celebrate the end of exams, and accepted. It probably wonVt [[won't]] be much fun, but will be getting out for a change. I'll do my sheet washing tonight down in the Bendix (in the basement for ten cents) and dry it folded in the room; then Sunday morning I'll get the early bus and have dinner at least with Grandma.

Tuesday night Louise and I are going to a concert at Sanders Theatre in Cmmbridge [[Cambridge]] - Harvard orchestra and some contemporary as well as classical pieces that our music section teacher Miss Dewey predicted would be well worth hearing.  So next week will be a busy one.

Music hour exam I came nearest to failing of any test I have taken: I was absolutely unable to concentrate on the music, and they only palyed [[played]] eadh [[each]] piece twice. Still I wrote, and my guesses for the composers were all right but one, and I gave a few good reasons - but few! I will probably get a poor grade in that course, but think it is one of the most valuable and enjoyable, next to History which is not so much fun, of all the courses I am taking.

Will be late to English, so

Love,
Doris