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#36Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
November 5, 1946

Dear Grandma and Mrs. Barry,

Had to spend the week-end studying for the History test every minute. I certainly would rather have been home. The test itself wasn't too hard, but I didn't do so well--the questions asked were so broad, covering five hundred years in one question, that it was easy to make mistakes.
Did you have a quiet Hallowe'en[[strikethrough]] n [[/strikethrough]]? We had no sort of celebration as [[strikethrough]] ther [[/strikethrough]] everybody was studying for the monthly tests, but supper was by candlelight and I heard lots of little children tooting their horns in the streets. There seemed to be a thousand fires, from the fire engines out. Guess they were mostly false alarms.
Just before I boarded the bus last Sunday I met Pete McGarvy. He said Jacky wasn't doing so well. He looked quite worried.
There isn't much news to tell. Last Friday night came the first formal dance--of course I didn't go. While one of the girls was away at it, we rigged up a surprise for her--a man of an old red sweater, shirt, trousers, and clothes mop for hair, all stuffed with clothes--and put it one her bed. Was she surprised! Please excuse my typewriting, I seem to have forgotton how to spell, as you see.
We are certainly having grand weather. I came to school all prepared to wear winter clothes from the start, and am finding myself awfully low in fall things; but I would rather have it continue like this for ever, even without any clothes. The leaves must be pileing all over [[strikethrough]] teh [[/strikethrough]] the lawn. How I love burning leaves.Well, must get back to studying for my last test--in French--now.
Next Monday is a holiday! I can come home and stay until Monday afternoon! That will make up for this last time. Hoping you are all well,

Love,
Doris