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5 Saville House Radcliffe, Cambridge September 29, 1947 Dear folks, Just before breakfast. What a day this will be. Classes until one. Gym from three to four. Phillips Brooks tea till five thirty. Somehow must get Iliad read for tomorrow, and finish "Love's Labor's Lost" and read Greek history. We had duck for dinner yesterday. Girl in room next, minerologist, senior, Jo Ann Pruitt by name, was defending herself a propos: she had been duck hunting out of season without a liscence [[sic]] with an illegal gun, and we were all berating her. But she stuck to her point--"I have a perfect right to eat what has been eating off of me." She lives in New Mexico, has some land. Jean got a beautiful fuschia orchid from Nelson, who came up for this week-end. I haven't seen hide or hair of her except to glare balefully a few minutes upon being awakened at one or skip out to breakfast. The clock turned back yesterday and upset a lot of people. Nelson was supposed to meet her here at nine. So as we all trooped down in pijamas [[sic]] to Sunday breakfast with Miss Coffin at eight, we found him curling up on the couch to repair his mistake. Luckily he can't see beyond ten feet well enough to distinguish more than a few blurbs of color with high-pitched squeals of surprise. To breakfast now, so so long. Love, Doris