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36 Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
May 12, 1947

Dear folks,

Margaret Currier called up yesterday afternoon; I told her that I should perhaps be able to come out after exams, if there is any time left over then. Also my friend David Heer appeared again, just before supper (I had to wait on, so only had half an hour to talk to him). The antithesis of expectations: tall, thin, very fair, in a navy suit; a little awkward as Freshmen are, but very nice fellow. He moved to Chapel Hall, N.C., after the 4th grade; but he used to live on our Filmore Street hill. He could remember where we had sat in Miss Schwartz's class and several people I remembered. He's taking History I, Social Relations, Math, and [[strikethrough]] something [[/strikethrough]] English, and will major in Economics. At present he is Circulation editor of the Harvard Liberal Union's "Progressive", a "pink" paper.

I would rather work at the national academy: what sort of work is there? I hate to sit glued at a desk mounting beetles, it is more tiring than a day at a department store. They have advised me not to write the papers but appear when I get home, as they never know but at the present moment what they need or like.

I'm glad to know Dad is all right; and if you don't feed up her on beef & artery hardeners, I don't see why mother shouldn't get along.

Finished "Flesh etc." & begin George Meredith's poetry which [[strikethrough]] I think is so [[/strikethrough]] interests me more than any other, except [[strikethrough]] Tennyson [[/strikethrough]] Browning & Blake & perhaps Rossetti. I should like to take a half-course in Browning, after all. Well, I hope you have some fair weather & less mug for a change

Love
Doris