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December 12 Dear folks, No, it didn't snow. But December has come at last.. There was the X-mas formal in the dorms Friday night, so I went over to study with Jane. She is living in a room [[strikethrough]] wi [[/strikethrough]] of a half of [[strikethrough]] a d [[/strikethrough]] old double house by the river in which live a married couple and another girl: a Ty & Mickey Cunningham and 'Dell Coolidge; Ty is studying at the Longey School of Music, I believe, 'Dell is working in the lower grades. Very nice people all. Ty was this last evening completing construction of a 4" x 5" harpsichord just like the one his mother gave him (the genuine), for her X-mas present: a real work. He plays harpsichord & piano, as does his wife & Jane. He [[strikethrough]] is jolly [[/strikethrough]] has a fine sense of humor. Jane will finish her thesis this week-end. Writing it at home in her New York apartment (her mother's) she had an [[strikethrough]] stroke of [[/strikethrough]] experience that makes her a "mystic": [[strikethrough]] just [[/strikethrough]] after an idea came to her that she had been struggling for for two days, she went to [[strikethrough]] her [[/strikethrough]] write it down and discovered on top of the MS a ladybird! I hope Hugo's paintings will still be on exhibition when I get home. A few weeks ago I was called down stairs to find a strange boy who thought Pat Blake lived in my dorm. I'm sure there's no such girl in Radcliffe. He called up very apologetically later & tried to make a date. As he is somewhat repulsive-looking, I put him off; but I practically had to accept a luncheon date for yesterday, no work being excuse then. Name: Paul Newick, law school. Never, never again. The diet has been eminently successful; in 4 days everyone has noticed the difference, and I have kept healthy save for one night of griping pains. Best, the future minimum will be easy to maintain, the appetite being diminished. Love, Doris