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57 Sheperd Street Cambridge, Mass. October 6, 1947 Dear folks, Kelly's typewriter. Kelly cleared up at last: we gottwo [[sic]] letters Saturday. The first to me--that she wouldbe [[sic]] here on the sixteenth of October; second, a telegram to send her trunk to Holland. Jean went down to the Dean to beg a little longer wait--the Dean wasgoing [[sic]] to replace her--and found that the Dean had also today received a letter--Louise is going to spend her first, fall term at the Sorbonne. We are to get a girl, so it seems, by the name of Pennycheck, who is supposed to be a cheap type, loud and disliked by those who know her. We may not, but if we do we shall have to confine her strictly to her little room. Game Saturday between Harvard and B U. We won by three points. David Heer has put on some weight and looks better. Works very hard delivering three Boston papers and the Crimson to half the quad every morning including Sunday. Afterwards we went up tp [[sic]] his room in Leverett. Has six roommates, a huge living room--looks like a railway station with everybody coming and going. They give them very good suppers, every man taking as many as three glasses of milk before he begins on two or three helpings of fancy fare. Then home and, despite regulations--for I was supposed to be above stairs by eight--we sat down with another couple to improve our skill at bridge until ten. Gosh how I hate the game, tho it will be more interesting when mastered. Funny thing--at that last PBH tea I met a physicist intent upon meeting another physicist. I promised to introduce him to Phyllis Botner, a very sweet girl who lived in the room next in Cabot. To which end I invited him to the Cabot Jolly up next Wednesday and shall have to go too. Perhaps I can prevail upon him to find me a good English major, for he is a [[strikethrough]] fine [[/strikethrough]] veritable genius and may know others--fourth in a class of four thousand. Work is very enveloping. Read three Shake plays this weekend--Love's Labor Lost, Comedy of Errors, Two Gentlemen from Verona, and am two thirds through that boring and bloody Titus Andronicus. Chaucer takes much time--if I read five pages an hour I am lucky, and each assignment is of twenty pages. Plato in English version--translated into basic English by our prof Richards, is very much more interesting than in Jowett. But must learn to note details in search for everlasting truth; last two tests--in English and Humanities I did very poorly on for not having remembered various small facts--locality the gods visited in book one 9 (Ethiopia, for your benefit)--because of not having read minutely or often enough. Am still behind in many things but will not forswear lectures at night and other better things. Jean heard two fine people last night. So far social pro has cancelled out everything, but Friday we ar3 [[sic]] going to some lecture of E Stanley Jones, a Unity Church man and supposed to be very progressive and thought-provoking. Also it was he that put Jean's man, "The Crow" on the right footing, so she has special interest. [[strikethrough]] Well [[/strikethrough]] Must run to class, Love, Doris
