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Dear Mrs. Blake:

I am starting out this letter because Doris is washing clothes right now preparatory to a trip we are about to take to Switzerland, to visit our friends there. She will continue it as soon as she is through.

We heard on the radio today that it snowed in New York. Here, after that awful drizzly autumn and winter, we are having a wonderful warm spring - except for the Easter week end. You wrote how you envied us our Rhine trip. You wouldn't have enjoyed it much - it was raining most of the time and cold all the time. We missed the big boat - saw it heading up the river from the car - and took a short ride on a little one, up on deck as long as we could stand it, and in the cabin looking out the rain-spattered windows the rest of the time. The best times we had on the trip were indoors, in the places we ate dinner at and where we stayed much of the evening to avoid going out. One was a student hangout in Heidelberg, the walls covered with photos of students and professors going well back into the 19th century. The star performer there was a very loud and very drunk Danish student who was singing and making speeches in German. The man of the couple we were with is the son of a Dane who