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and B+ on the paper. He put below that it was "very erudite" & he would permit a lighter subject next time. Aside from questioning the authenticity of an author I quoted from (wondered if man actually wrote a preface) he never noted my nicely paged foot-notes.   Joy! Mr. Whiting sadly informed us that he would be disburdened of English 1a next fall! Munn will teach it instead; I understand that he is a good man.
  
Betty Fitzgerald, colored student from Washington, has been elected president of the senior class. That shows you where most of us come from, either that or our intellectual refinement.
  
Will you be going out to Plummer's Island this Sunday? Bet the Flocks will be out soon. The forsythia is almost out here. I saw the gardener clipping the hedges this morning and looked longingly at the cut twigs -- but noticed that he was arranging them in a little bouquet for himself. The lilacs will certainly be grand when they are all out.
  
We had awful fish for supper tonight: mackeral, full of bones. Louise remarked with characteristic quote: "It smelled just like the dead dogfish I've been working on all afternoon!" Ine & I asked for fruit instead of the coffee icecream. "You can't have that unless you have a slip from the doctor," reproved [[Wuimi?]] harshly; then, five minutes later, she shoved canned pears under our noses.