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Nat. Museum, Wash. D.C.
15 March 1948.

Dear Doris:

I have just finished a letter to Bequaert and another to Werner and sealed up the envelop with my Ms. to send up there, so I will wind up by writing you a note too. Barber had already sent a food package to the German entomologist in the Soviet zone who wrote to me, and had found a means of sending it, so I wrote to Werner who had a letter identically like mine from the same chap to tell him of this packing firm in N.Y. He was planning to send something. Bequaert told us that it was foolish, that he believed the Russians were putting them up to writing to us and would take the food themselves. Bequaert is about my age and similarly pessimistic! I have the hopeless feeling that before anything could get there we may be in the midst of a shooting war. I can hear the airplanes already circling about us here on the alert. The British have been alerted too.

Dad drove me to town to-day - he was on his way to the Hill and Tibbetts. He thinks he can begin on the typing of his List in a few weeks now. Between that and the income tax, poor Dad is all in!

Mrs. Weiss' sister who works in the Museum told me that both her sisters are now in Germany. Mrs. W. is still working on her A.M. degree thesis. They are teaching commercial art at the Corcoran this year, which certainly is a departure. I haven't seen any school with so fine a program as Mabel's though. She has 8 different subjects, is being drilled for 2 years in all phases of it, - oil, watercolor, pen and ink, and mechanical drawing, etc. before she specializes. She wants to go all summer, too.

Well, I must run along now. Write and tell me how things are going with you. I am eagerly looking for a letter.

With love,
Mother.