Dana's Diary

This is Dana Fairchild Hendon's travel diary she kept while attending Columbia University in 1926-27. She went there to work on an M.A. degree that she received in 1927.

Wednesday Sept.15.1926

We are on our way to Columbia University in New York City on the S.S. Momus All the group will work on Master of Arts Degrees. Sailed from New Orleans at 10:30.

Jennie June Harris Granger and her cute, boyish husband came down and saw us off.

New Orleans was a curious mixture of filth, dirt, modernity, quaint places and ancient grandeur. We saw Suicide Oak, Jesuit Cathedral (a lovely place – gorgeous inlaid walls), St. Louis cathedral, museum building, statues of Jackson, Beauregard and Lee, “Dueling Oaks”, ate lunch at Antoine’s where I sincerely expected to eat my pompano from a screwed up paper bag, Pommes soufflés (blown up potato in fried potato baskets), Tulane University etc. Cast iron lacy balconies around homes. Stained glass windows.


Onboard S.S. Momus
Going to New York- Thursday

C.E.Tainter of California has been a real mixer on the boat. He gets up all sorts of shows and stunts for the passengers. He’s a peach.

Tonight we had a show in the dining room. Ex Gov. Sulger of N.Y. presided- clever speaker. Capt. Maxson looks like Theodore Roberts- very humorous and fun. Loving, withal stern and commanding at times

Ruth, the little bride, Dorothy and Mr. Hatch sang “Remember”- and I accompanied..

Another show on Sunday night- Not as boresome as first.
Played bridge all day with Louis Sears (man from New York company of “Student Prince”) Ed Fries of San Francisco, Myra Madeleine, Hal, Mr. Schleslunger of Houston, Frank Scriven. Won high score- big stick of peppermint candy from Mr. Sears.


(Different handwriting)
Ed Fries
#1 Grant Avenue
San Francisco, Calif.

Myra M. Waterman
843 So. Kingsley
Los Angelas, Cal.

Frank F. Scriven
311 Union St.
Jersey City, N.J.

Madeleine Andrews
148 So. Kingsley Dr.
Los Angeles, Cal.

Walter Robbins
20 Riverside Drive
Wilkes-Barre, Penn

P.E.Nicholl
150 W. 104 St.
New York City, N.Y.

Irwin I. Horoger
Barrs Hills, Ohio

Louis Sears
403 Hancock St.
Portland, Oregon
#110 W. 4th St. c/o Equity
N.Y.City

Virgil Markham
92 Waters Avenue
West Brighton
Staten Island
New York



Sept.24

Landed in New York Monday afternoon at 2:30. Had two big storms off the coast Of Florida on our way up, so the sea was roily at times. One morn only 20 passengers went down to breakfast

Before we landed the Texas girls were thoroughly disgusted with Myra Waterman of California. She had made a clever speech in the *** given one night *** had hit the Texans some rough blows- The nicest being that Texas had two main crops: cotton and Columbia co-eds!

Mr. Charlie proved himself a J.A Too self-important- too familiar-too inclined to cultivate celebrities- a Boswellian disposition- He attempted to hand the same line to Amelia Belle, Dionitia, the swimming champion, and Madeleine Andrews of Los Angeles. Learned to like Ed Fries, a long tall Lochinvar from California.

Myra was falling for Ed pretty hard- He came down and heard me playing for the purser (J.A.Brennan)(who had a nice voice) in the dining room one morning. After that we were together constantly- playing bridge, or sitting on the deck talking- He wants to be a cashier in his bank in San Francisco- A nice fellow- hopes I’ll see him again sometime.

Poor Myra!

Mr. Markham was more or less absurd. He had attractive eyes, a boyish, infectious sort of grin, but his trousers were too short and tight and Aurelia B. and I thought he was rather conceited.

Dick Keith was sweet as he could be- said he’d take me up the Hudson some Sunday and to Grand Opera some evening. Wish he would. He has a very attractive voice and seems to be progressing under William S. Brady.

Ruth and I have a very nice room (618) here in Whittier Hall- She’s the dearest, sweetest girl I ever knew- charming, optimistic and lovable.

Amelia Belle is our “ third room mate” her room is so near that we can slide in & out over the fire escape! She’s a shrewd common sense girl with sweetness and attractiveness all her own.

I’m lucky to have Ruth and A.B. to live with.

Columbia University is very attractive. I like it so far.


Sept.25

Yesterday A.B., R. and I went to the Statue of Liberty by way of bus. “L”, (our first ride on that-
niggers everywhere!) and the boat.

The island is neatly kept- trees and flowers all around the statue- eating stands and soldiers from Ft. Wood barracks. One young fellow teased us about being from Texas, inquiring about “Ma” Ferguson.

Today we can hardly walk- The elevator took us only half way up the statue and we climbed the other half up a winding, tortuous circular stair-case. Our thigh muscles ached so we couldn’t get a thrill after we got to the top and peeped out thru the slits in the lady’s diadem or headdress.

The statue was awe-inspiring and impressive seen from the deck of our approaching boat. The greenish cast of the figure was beautiful. (Note: Walter had told A.B. she could have lunch in the head-she believed him!)

We visited the aquarium and saw millions of funny fish (some two legged ones!) Going back later to see it in detail.



Sept. 26

To church this morn ( a gorgeously sunny crisp day after the night’s rain storm) at the Collegiate Church of St. Nicholas on Fifth Avenue and 48th st. A lovely, lovely old building with exquisite windows, quaint old carvings and seats and wood-work, and rich mosaic effects in colors all over the walls. “The Collegiate church is the oldest Protestant church organization in America with an unbroken succession of ministries, Its origin and history are associated with the Dutch settlers in America. It is Presbyterian in creed and government. The name “Collegiate” arose from the old custom of having colleagues in the pastorate who preached in rotation. This custom prevailed until 1871. The bell in the steeple of this building was cast in Amsterdam in 1728 and has been in use ever since.”

Ruth, Amelia Belle and I were strangely and profoundly moved and stirred by the service. It was beautiful. Rev. Chas. R. Brown, Dean of the Yale Divinity School, lectured on the “Essence of Christianity” – (the soul’s awareness of God- the spirit of Christ within us- to live a kindly, happy life of service and love)


This afternoon Louise Harrell took the 3 of us to Van Cortlandt Park on the subway- The park was lovely and especially appealing on such a sunny, invigorating day.

Van Cortlandt Mansion was interesting=typically Dutch- rich old mahogany furniture in bedrooms, brass foot stoves and warming pans, fiddle-backed chairs, colorful embroidered speads on four poster beds; high boys (chest of drawers on frame or tables); low boys (table alone), warm woven rugs, great oil paintings, brasses & kitchen- wide fireplace with Bible characters in blue on white tile as in bedrooms- huge brass kettles & iron pots- homey blue china ware- warm rugs on floor-boxed-in-bed with two doors that could be closed- wooden cradles- long settee to be placed before fire- huge earthen ware pitchers and mugs with blue rims-kitchen was in cellar-

Took pictures in park- ate supper in an Automat and came home cold on bus. Happy Sunday!!!

October First

Here entereth in another birthday for this girrul.

Went to see “Abie’s Irish Rose”- Disappointed though it was clever and humorous- Funniest thing to me was the Jewish grandfather’s remark when told that his son Abie had twins; Vell, vell, my sonAbie is a smart boy”. Also saw “The Ghost Train”- a highly thrilling mystery play.

“The Contrast” in McMillin presented by the C. Laboratory Players last night was delightful. Maria in a pinkish lavender gown with ruffles around bottom, puffed sleeves and low neck, was exquisite. Her hair was black.

A few days ago I bought 6 pretty Madeira napkins for $1.98 and a pretty baby dress for 2.98= Christmas presents.

Tonight we plan to see Marilynn Miller in “Sunny”.

Ruth and I walked all over the campus in the sunshine this morning to take pictures- a lovely day- sunny and crisp.




Oct.5

Amelia Belle, Betty & I went to see “Countess Maritija” at the Shubert Theater last night- lovely thing- full of gypsy dances, pretty songs & colorful settings.

Maritija wore white costumes- Lisa a pretty pink taffeta- basque waist, net yoke (round) full skirt-2 rose ruffles on bottom of skirt, 2 pink ruffles just above the rose ones- big round thing of ruffles in the two colors on skirt just above left knee- touch of blue in dress.
“Play Gypsies Play”
“Love Has Found My Heart”
“I’ll keep on Dreaming”


Oct 16

Saw Marilynn Miller in “Sunny” Thursday night. Jack Donahue’s dancing was good- Minnie Winters (Miriam Crosby) was sweet. Marilynn’s smile and dancing were charming & fair, respectively, but she’s too much the artificial, stage-y, peroxide blonde type. “Who” and “Two Little Birds” were the prettiest songs.

After hearing “Sunny” I discovered that the second tune my musical powder box plays is from it- “Sunny”- Marian Benson gave me this M.P.B. & I’ve enjoyed it.

Tonight (Oct.16) saw B.F. Keith’s vaudeville- Certainly was a full evening for 1.10. Ruth, Mildred McCaskey & I rushed down to see if we could get seats for Katherine Cornell playing in “The Green Hat” (Lloyd Hamilton “Russell E. Curtis” favorite conversational topic) but nothing doing so we turned in at Keith’s- we had a jolly evening-

Beverly Bayne, one of my earliest childish “movie” loves, appeared in person in “From Eight till Twelve”- She wore black & gold evening dress- had shapely legs, a pleasant voice, and a darling haircut. She looked lovely and charming- Nothing stagey or theatrical about her.

Jack Smith, the famous radio “whispering baritone” sang “Red Red Robin”, “Baby Face”, “Some Bird Whistled a Tune”, “Give Me a Little Kiss, Will You Huh?”. He is really handsome & manly looking & quite human in his reaction to his audience.

Mary Haynes pulled some good jokes in her Cook’s Tour pianologes.
“Woman asked Capt. where they were, & he replied, “near the Banks of Newfoundland.” “Oh, said the lady “set me off and cash a check”
“Lady was so seasick that she wore the porthole for a la valliere”
“Looked all over Brussells & couldn’t find a single Brussels sprout”.
“Woman asked a fellow passenger if she’d seen the icebergs”. “No”, replied the other, “but I love Jewish people”.
Little boy’s teacher asked how many bones there were in his body. “900” replied Johnny. “Well, you have more that I, Johnny: why is that?” “ You didn’t have sardines for lunch, teacher.”

Oct.23

Sunday I heard Arthur Foley Winnington Ingram Bishop of London in the Cathedral of St. John The Devine. The Bishop was a noble old man with a head like Galworthy’s, silvery hair, a sad face, and a vigorous hopeful voice. His simple sincerity was touchingly beautiful.

Sunday afternoon I heard the Orpheus choir from Glasgow, Scotland. They gave a lovely program of lilting Scotch tunes. Irish airs, Old English ballads and American folk songs. *** has acoustics for even though I perched on the rafters to hear them, the voices of the choir were marvelously sweet and harmonious.

Claude’s letters get more human - the one today made me “glow” with delight. I was even sweet to my insipid next-door neighbor after reading it.

Edmund Fries, the long tall Lochinvar whom I met on the boat, has written some attractive little notes from far away San Francisco.

This time last year I was dreaming only of Bill Heard- Now I scarcely think of him in spite of his regular letters.

My old habit and custom of loving two at a time has been broken. I wonder whom I shall be dreaming of next year? Probably my “dere pupils”. Well it’s the teaching of dere pupils that will send me to Europe in 1930- I hope- after I pay back my expenses for this year. Last week Ruth & I saw the best Temptations” at the Winter Garden. Hundreds of beautiful girls who wore only georgette ribbons, beads, smiles, and jeweled girdles two inches wide in the proper places! In some scenes there were lovely flower costumes- I shall copy one white dress I saw there: tight bodice, full skirt, scalloped slightly around bottom and edged with black net, very short sleeves, little georgette collars and cape half down back, flat black bow at meeting of collars in front- long black tie thru button holes just below bow and at waist- down to bottom of skirt, shoes, white floppy hat- white.


Nov. 20

Will have to catch up in my diary with all I’ve been doing and seeing.

Ruth & I went from the Winter Garden to see Helen Hayes in “What every Woman Knows”- a darling little play by Barrie. Helen Hays was so cunning and sweet- The plot was a clever one centering around a dear little old maid and her four bachelor brothers who educated a poor young fellow if he married “Maggia”.
Ruth and I loved it.

Sometime a week or two later Ruth, Amelia B. and I went down to the East Side with Mr. Todd. Saw the brass and linen shops on Allan Street and the funny foreign sidewalk shops out on the walk and in the streets. Wares were spread every where- onions, underwear, garlic, peppers, hose, petticoats, pickled olives, woolens etc. dangles from door tops and flowed over the streets.

One brawny Italian selling linens on a corner suddenly turned and yelled upward to a fifth story window; “Oh, Marie, I got vun big fine dollar for you”.

After we finished our tour of the East Side, we went to Trinity Church. The sermon was lovely- and the little fellow who sang the solo parts looked like a brunette angel – all big eyes, long lashes- a marvelous voice.

Wall Street was a great surprise to us because it is so narrow and short. The U.S. Federal mint is there- and Trinity Church stands at the head of it.

In October Ruth and I spent the week end with Betty Louise Dow Hillyer and her husband Jack at their cunning little cottage on the Hudson at Nyack. Their house is tiny but comfy and elastic. We liked it immensely- Jack and Betty were regular turtle-doves!

Little did I ever think I’d be spending week ends with Betty Dow even though I used to be quite in love with Paxton- Betty and I never knew each other well, but we had some sweethearts in common: Brooke Hamilton and John Mayfield.

Saw “Rains” in Oct. but DID NOT LIKE IT AT ALL. Cheapist, frowsiest play imaginable-
“Two Girls Wanted” at the Little Theatre with Nydia Westman was sweet.

“The Little Church Around the Corner” was lovely even on the drizzly, dreary, icy day we went there. The immense white chrysanthemums on the alter under the gleaming candles made a lovely picture. The church was so quaint, want to go again and explore it more.

October seems to have contained a great many things of interest.

Christmas Eve ‘26
George Hendricks, a young History Instructor here in Columbia University has been very nice to me. He’s tall, young, and blonde- Reminds me a wee bit of Jack Slocomb and H.F. Munson. He is serious, boyish, and sweet.

George has taken me to see “The Sorrows of Satan”, a movie featuring Adolph Menjou; later we saw “Is Zat So?”, a crazy, crazy comedy- “Pygmalion”, a Bernard play, featuring Lynn Fontaine “Pygmalion’s” plot is most unusual- a man teaches a girl to speak correctly- it is clever. But the best thing I’ve seen with George is “The Play’s the Thing” (Ferenc Molnar) with Holbrook Blinn- never laughed so much over anything as that.

Kathryn Turner and I saw “The Desert Song” one afternoon. The title song is very pretty. The Riff Riding song was exciting.

Christmas has been nice, but not at all snowy or exciting. The family sent me a pretty Gruen watch- I’m thrilled to death over it. It’s exactly what I wanted. The big fat check for a new dress was thrilling too. Ruth gave me a very pretty crystal bracelet and pendant= Amelia B. some pretty georgette “passion pants”- Marian Benson and Lyman Louis sent me Elbert Hubbard’s scrapbook and some contemporary Americana, respectively. Mabel and Persis= hose, a cute little silver lipstick thing & a red & gold bracelet. George Hendricks gave me “The Story of Philosophy” by Will Durant. Other gifts were hankies, fruit cakes, candy etc.

Well, I’ve just heard that Bill may get married. I really prefer Claude, but heart felt heavy over the news at first. Pure sentimentality I suppose, but I did love B. for awhile. Betty and Pete gave me a bottle of wine, candy and a hanky. Pete made the sauterne wine himself.

George took me to see “Beau Geste” (Beautiful Gesture) Monday night, Dec. 26 and I cried all the way thru it! The picture was horrible- Noah Beery as the brutal commandant was revolting when he placed the dead men back in their niches so the attacking Arab would think the fort’s inhabitants a greater number.

Dec. 27. Percy Edward Nicholl (Mabel’s friend) took me to the Greenwich Village Inn to dine and dance tonight. The inn is very colorful- pictures and paintings of nude ladies and bull fights all over the walls- The music was mostly from “The Desert Song”- number of people were drunk but it was all very interesting- Am glad I’ve had “look see” at some of the Bohemian life in New York City.


Dec. 31
Went to town to shop Friday afternoon and met a young Englishman, George Millar. He took me to see Eddie Cantor in “Kid Brats” (movie) and a good vaudeville bill at Lowe’s State Theater. Millar is fairly nice-typically English- from Manchester. He spelled zebra “zed- e- b- r –a(ah)” to illustrate Eng. spelling – Any body, oh Lord, to pay for my theatre tickets! I don’t mean that- he’s really nice, but somehow I can’t get interested (as I used to) in the men I meet.

Ruth and I have heard three operas at the Metropolitan Opera House: Marie Jeritza ,Max Altglass, Martha***, George ***usley “Turnandot” *** 3 acts (5 scenes)- Book by Adani & Simoni- Music by Giacomo Puccini). Jeritza’s blue robe was beautiful; rose & silver court dress with immense train. Her long nails (she was a Chinese princess) and her cruelly clenched hands were very characteristic.

“Cavalleria Rusticana (opera in one act by Moscagni) Elda Vettori and Miflo Piceo were splendid- Vettori was Madonna- like in her beauty.

“Pagliacci” (opera in two acts by Ruggiero Leoncavallo) was good. Queena Mario, Giovanni Martinella, Lawrence Tibbett & George Cahanovsky-

George Hendricks, the History Instructor here at Columbia U., took me to see Ronald Coleman in the movie “Beau Geste” (Beautiful Gesture). It was a brutal thing- Mary Brian played the part of “Stout Fella’s”, sweetheart. S.F. was Ralph Forbes.
Sunday afternoon
Jan.2, 1927 Ruth and I went to hear Albert Spalding at Carnegie Hall. He played beautifully- encore 7 times. Lento by Bach, his first number, was poignantly sweet- so crystal clear in tone and of a piercing loveliness. Fairy Sailing (Cecil Burleigh), and Sarasate’s Introduction and Tarantelle were my other favorite numbers. This is the second time I’ve heard him, and I hope it isn’t my last!

Jan.1- Betty & Jack Hillyer were here for a little while yesterday afternoon. Walter Robbins from Wilkes Barre, Penn., was dating Amelia Belle (a cute but calculating, mercenary, little wretch of a gold-digger); Henry Rachmann has visited Ruth for a week; George Millar, the Englishman, was dating me.

New Year’s Eve night Nat Green- *** had his girl, Ruth Stewaert (a missis, I think), Dana, and Joe Goldenberg down to his apartment- his cousin’s, I mean, to play bridge, eat, drink and merrily usher in the New Year- we wore evening clothes ( my lace dress looked dainty and sweet). Ruth S. smoked incessantly; Nat’s Aunt served us gin rickeys- I can’t see how people drink gin rickeys- They seem to be a combination of castor oil, *** corn liquor- everything that tastes slimy. The party was very pleasant- Goldenberg- “ a little bit o’ Broadway” was the most entertaining little moustached Jew I’ve met in a long time- He “recited”, Charleston-ed, and black-bottomed (The Ann Pennington dance in George White’s Scandals). Hope I’m in a party with him again- He had chatted over the phone with me once when Nat called up.

Christmas Eve night George Hendricks took me to Brooklyn where I was to spend several days with Betty and Pete. We had lots of fun decorating the tree for Margaret and Marston and drinking Pete’s Sauterne wine.

Jan. 3-
I find that I haven’t even mentioned the trip to Boston. Ruth, Amelia Belle and I went up Nov. 4 to see the Harvard-Princeton game. We took the night boat trip with 200 Princeton men. Had a pretty good time.

Boston was wonderful. Saw Harvard, Boston University, B. Normal School, Massachusettes Institute of Technology, Radcliff, Lexington, Concord, Brookline (richest city in the world), the museum of Natural History, “Old Ironsides” (The Frigate Constitution), The Public Library with John Sargent mural paintings, Old North Church, Paul Revere’s home, (P.R. looks like Sam Fulton!), Longfellow’s home, Emerson’s, *** Louisa M. Alcott’s home, Hawthorne’s Old Manse. Concod Bridge, St. Charles River etc.
The things I shall remember most, I believe, are the hot apple pie we ate on one of our tours at a wee roadside inn, and the bus ride all day Sunday home through Connecticutt.

We saw Hartford, yake at New Haven, Providence, R.I., and the lovely woods, hills, and apple orchards of Mass. Saw the Black top chimneys on the old Revolutionary houses which showed that the early inhabitants had been Tory sympathizers-

I love New England- should like to live in Boston or somewhere in Mass. The scenery is so beautiful and the climate so wonderful.

I’ve seen 6 states in my life time: Texas, Louisianna Rhode Island, Massachusettes, New York, and Connecticut.

Dec.4 Tuesday night

George Millar took me to see Syd Chaplin in “The Better ‘Ole” at the Colony Theatre. The picture was screamingly funny- Old Bill was delightful.- Heard the Vitaphone for the first time- Reinald Werrenrath. Elsie Janis, and Geo. Jessels were the best performers.

George and I “fussed” all the way home over Englis pronunciations. He says I talk “pigeon English” and can’t understand him! He thinks I’, too Southern! He even accuses me of saying “ah’m going” and “suh”.
I enjoy going with him because he’s so different.


Jan.7- 1927

“Miss Susan Frances Cobb
Mr. William Michael Regan
Announce their marriage on Tuesday, December the Fourteenth Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-six.
Davis California”

I’m glad that Miss Cobb is married. She was my prep and freshman English teacher in C.I.A. I’ll never forget the little pink and white organdies and the white flannels she used to wear. She is a thin dainty blonde with a crisp delicate manner of speech- Her classes were always delightful.

Frequently I sat on the steps of her little white cottage just off the campus in Denton and talked with her and her mother, while a flaming Texas sunset and a deep blue sky over head made a lovely picture to remember. There was a fence at one side of the cottage covered with Dorothy Perkins’ roses. Clusters of these pink blossoms in silver vases and cut glass baskets filled the tiny, comfy little house. Always, as we talked, Mrs. Cobb listened with a gentle smile on her tired old face, Susan leaned from her small rocking chair in eagerness to listen if I opened my shy mouth or to chatter vivaciously and animatedly about something of three-cornered interest. Sometimes she’d go inside to a living room and play some poignant bit of music. Mrs. Cobb and I would listen, watching the sunset sky, and nodding to the C.I.A. girls wandering by in couples and chattering groups.

Sweet memories to have of my first college English teacher. She was quite pleased when I made 9.9 in English- and when I was elected president of the class and the most popular freshman. Her personal interest in all her students was one of her outstanding characteristics as a lovable person and a sincere teacher.
Now she’s married and I sincerely wish her all happiness and joy- she was so alone before in immediate relationships.

January 13, 1927

This afternoon I saw Mrs. John Fiske, the famous actress. The Women’s Graduate Club held a reception in her honor. The huge room was attractively decorated with tall vases of flowers, and palms. Mrs. Fiske was placed in a sort of throne chair covered with a gorgeous paisley shawl. The chair sat on a dais with ferns and palms on each side. A lovely bronze statue of Apollo was on a pedestal just back of the place of honor over Mrs. Fiske’s simple black hat and through two enormous windows could be seen the rich old stained glass windows of St. Paul’s Church. The whole arrangement was more theatrical and stage-g, but Mrs. Fiske’s warm, pleasant personality removed that feeling. When she scanned the face of each person introduced and smiled her friendly smile, that person felt a glow of exhilaration-

She is of medium size, very well preserved, and has very small, soft hands and luminous eyes. Her dress, shoes, hat and other accessories were exceedingly simple. She *** no jewelry.

Brander Matthews is a friend of hers- when she was 6 years old Minnie Maddern he gave her a doll. Mrs. Fiske is playing Mrs. Alving in “Ghosts” (Isben’s) for three weeks only- I simply must see her!

Jan.20-

Last night I wore my new black dress, flaring black Russian had, and went to the Sheraton Hotel with Philip E. Payne, Ed Campbell, and Dorothy Haines. We had an awfully good time- and delicious Bluepoint Oysters! Phil told me about taking the ring to Catherine Yates last week-end in Cleveland, Ohio- He is as much in love with C. as Ruth is with Henry. After a good dinner we went to see Milton Sills in “The Silent Lover”. Inane movie but we had a good time. Mr. Campbell is a nice stock broker on Wall Street- says very funny things. Phil is nice- He and Catherine are very much alike. He comes to see me about twice a month.

Claude has been just ever so much sweeter recently. He was so careless about writing me all last summer and this winter. Walter came to see A.B.- Henry came to see Ruth= and each brought nice remembrances. I am not mercenary but somehow I was hurt because Claude didn’t come to see me or send me a gift of some kind. He was always insisting in his letters that I write often, but he wrote only occasionally. I decided about 10 days ago that I had rather end the friendship once and for all instead of feeling uncertain all the time about whether or not he was going to write or whether or not he cared anything about me. So I wrote him all that. He answered by return mail- So now he’s going to come up and see about things. I was really surprised at his actions because I thought that would end things pronto and even though I cared and do care heaps for Claude I simply couldn’t go on in such a one-sided fashion.

Well, now, his letters are freguent and I’ve discovered that he does care for the Little Ole Rebel (as he calls me) and he makes heaps much big talk about putting me in a deck chair wrapped up in an Indian blanket as squaw or Baby and taking me to Europe with him- “A magazine to read by day and a sweet heart to love at night”- I’m so happy I’m silly- and I don’t know yet whether we could be really congenial- if he does come up to see me and propose! But I am in love with him as I think he is. I’m glad he’s a lawyer- 10 years older than I- a captain in the army- 6 ft. tall- weighs 195- is dark skinned- has dark eyes- dark curly hair and I LOVE HIM!


Excerpt from one of his letters-
I should like to see my little Old Rebel tonight, call about 8 P.M., throw you in a taxi, down to a show, out to some gay lighted spot. Seat you over a plate of salad or chow mein, until it made you mad or drunk enough to follow some crazy music and dance your feet tired enough for you to realize that your Booterie has sold you a pair of shoes about two sizes too small- just to please you. Then take you home tired enough to make you cuddle and listen to the part I liked most- just being alone with you- “Tea for Two” etc……
………….
I want to see you again. Better be careful I might come by, call your hand by materially aiding you in deciding what to do next summer. I don’t just have to go to Europe with the boys, you know. I might come by with the blanket and wrap you all up- Like a squaw or a Jewbaby and put you beside me in a deck chair and give you a magazine to read by day and a sweetheart to love at night.

Your letters have “smoked me out”- I’m coming by to see about it before you go back to Texas_____”

Now be nice, dear and write me a long letter without mentioning the “Harmless Beaus”-- I want to frame it.”

Saturday 6:30P.M.

“Here is hoping you passed those fearful exams. I am lonesome tonight. I have nowhere to go. I have no girl to be with me. Gee, it is cold out here in Okla. The week is over, no one to see. Darn this being a bachelor. This is my last cold winter???????
C.H.

I liked that note- He’s so big- so sweet- so babyish---so mean!

I wonder what will happen if he does come to see me before I go back to Texas. I really feel that I should teach a year before I marry- I want to pay back some of the money I’ve spent this year. Poor Uncle I.D. and Aunt M.- have given me so much that I feel I should pay for this year’s expenses anyway.

It would be grand going to Paris on our honeymoon and seeing and doing things together. Ideally happy, I hope I believe I love C. enough.

January 22-

George Hendricks took me to see Mrs. Fiske in “Ghosts” at the Mansfield Theatre- She wore a long trailing purple gown, and was good. The theme of Ghosts was so depressing, however, that it quite spoiled the evening.

Nick (P.S. Nicholl) took me to the Pennsylvania Hotel for dinner and dancing tonight. It is a very attractive place- the lights are so pretty- The musoc is jazzy- and the floor good- Nick is awfully nice- He takes me to a new place every time. Says he is showing me all the various phases of New York life. We had a long, long talk about Mabel, Claude, men and women in general.

Jan.25 Monday night

Nick and I walked up to 132- down to 104 and back to the hall. He just called and asked if I wanted to catch some air: The trees and streets were all glittery and pretty when the lights were reflected in them- We walked and walked in the vigorous air- Nick piped incessantly (I love to smell pipes!)= we talked- got mutual troubles off our chests- came back to creamy hot chocolate and thin sweet wafers.

Jan. 26 Tuesday

Miller took me to the Paramount to see Betty Bronson and Richard Dix in “Paradise for Two”- good movie- The Publix Productions put on some wonderful scenes. “Chinese Jade” was so different and attractive- lovely greens in the Chinese costumes. One scene showed a jade necklace with two dancers in the pendant who did an attractive dance.

DRAWING

A tall huge muscled figure was painted on one of the curtains. He was a very frightful looking thing when he bent over (apparently) to deposit the dancer on the platform.

For the last two days everything has gone wrong! Funny how much hell there can be at times.

Saw “The Big Parade” (John Gilbert and Renee Adaree) last night with the Englishman. Got so excited I nearly passed out. The war scenes were fearful.

Friday night- Jan.28

George Hendricks PROPOSED tonight. We had been out to dinner at Maison Fickl’s and up to Dee’s for bridge—He is sweet, fine, and clean, but I could never, never, never love him. I have a perverse twist. The ones I don’t want always surprise me by falling in love with me and the one I want I apparently can’t get! I was surprised at George though- He has taken me out numbers and numbers of times- I knew he thoroughly enjoyed being with me but I didn’t suspect anything deeper than friendship until two weeks ago. George is smart and bright, and will eventually be a pedagogical person- but I can’t marry him.


INSERT DRAWING


Irwin F. Hoerger of Barr’s Mills, Ohio, drew this of me. We had been studying in the library- my eyes were tired- I dropped my head on the table and went to sleep. He gave me this when I waked. He is a nice fellow- really enjoy knowing him- So refined and scholarly yet perfectly human.


Jan.15- 1928
Wherever we are and whatever we’re doing will make no difference- we’re to write each other a letter because on Jan.15, 1927 we took the General Examination for the Master of Arts degree at Columbia University- Both of us passed—I with honors (21 on the honor roll). Of course I was tickled to death because I knew my family would be so proud of me. They were! This was the telegram from them:

“You are the smartest and sweetest of them all” Uncle I.D. and Aunt M.”

Hoerger is going to teach in New Brunswick, N.J. from now till June then finish his Master in Psychology in the summer. I think he’s one of my nicest N.Y. friends or “Harmless Beaus”, as Claude designates them.

Friday night- Jan. 29

Well, Sam wrote me the nicest compliment I’ve ever had- Said he knew I was smart but that he thought I liked to have a good time too well to ever be on a Columbia University Honor Roll! That’s what I’d like- every body to think I’m not a book worm. I started reading extensively when I was quite young as compensation for what I missed in real life. It grew into a deep seated exquisite pleasure. This miscellaneous reading passed me with honors on that Examination. I’m glad, glad, glad that I received honors- Aunt M. and Uncle I.D. will feel compensated some- what for my failures in undergraduate math! It gives me more self-confidence too.

George H., Sam, Nick all expressed great joy over my success. I wired Claude when I did the family- He hasn’t even cared enough to send congratulations-

I’ve decided I’m very foolish to have loved C. so whole souledly- at least in my dreams and thoughts. He is never considerate and sweetly kind in the little things and I’m realizing only too well how very slightly I really know and understand him. For awhile loved him devotedly- now I’m having a revulsion of feeling- temporary, I guess.


Feb.8

Nick took me to the Indian Grill Room at the Hotel Astor Friday night. A very attractive place and good food- Later we went to see Harold Lloyd in “The Kid Brother”- Nick and I are quite good friends.

Saturday night I had dinner with the history professor at Maison Fichl’s- Then went to a show with George Miller, The Englishman. We saw Clara Bow in “It” at the Paramount.

George is in Canada this week and leaves for England in about six weeks- he has asked me to go to the London Man’s Club for the annual ball and banquet at the Hotel Commodore on March 15th. That will be fun.

Sunday night I went to the Capitol with Elwood Halworth McVickers (a man shorter than I!) to see Buster Keaton in “The General”. Later we ate chicken chow mein at the Mah Jong Inn at 96th- a mildly wicked Chinese dancing place.

ALONGSIDE
I’m evidently conceited over this proposal- have mentioned it twice!!

Georhe Hendricks proposed to me a few nights ago- not at all romantically. He simply told me that his friendship for me was growing into something deeper and that he hoped I could care for him. That he respected and admired me- etc.—etc.
Seems funny now that I think about it-

Mizzy sent me a beautiful blue and silver dress today because I passed the exams with honors- She also sent a sweet little 2 piece crepe.

Thelma Hawthorne M.E Lenore wrote me from San Fernando, Trinidad. British West Indies, that William Jennings Millard was there and remembered me. He used to write me such very interesting letters after he left Lufkin and went into the English Air Service during the war. I was just 15,16.17 in those years and he was a good deal older, but he used to write me nevertheless while I was a Prep and Fish in C.I.A. (Texas State College for Women). His letters were so quaintly interesting and full of good descriptions. One, I remember, described a burning, wrecked aeroplane falling against a sunset sky.

Captain Millard was a geologist then- a smart, funny little man who wore horn rimmed glasses, and a comical little white hat right on the top of his head.

I wish he would write me again sometime- simply for the fun of it. He’s probably shorter, fatter, and more comical than ever but the Capt. Billy has a BRAIN.

People I heard talk at Wanamakers during book week:

1. Christopher Morley- he looks exactly as I had imagined he would- Big, overgrown, hearty boy type- clothes comfy and unpressed- very humorous manner of speech.
2. Rupert Hughes- Slightly heavy and thick ser- black hair- horn rimmed glasses- aggressive walk- clever talker.
“Placed with Judas Iscariot”- “Increasingly bewildered”- “most bewildered man in America” “ I have been denounced as an enemy of virtue”

In his talk he defended his life of Geo. Washington- given human side of W. Spoke of W.’s 16 year old love whom W. called his “Lowland Beauty”.

3. Milt Gross- Typical Jew- curly hair- brown suit- lives on West End Ave. “Does your husband like fish?” “In any position- boiled, fried---“

4. Elizabeth Mia Kingstry- short, fat- lovely resonant voice- shy- timid- sweet. Illustrator and poet. Wrote “Puckan Pasture”.

5. John W. Vanderrook. Thin- medium sized young man in a brown, baggy, loose-fitting suit that hid his thinness. Exceedingly nervous & figetty- puts hands in pockets- sits on table- walks floor- Deep voice- Boyish pleasant face. Wrote “Tom-Tom”

6. John Erskine “Professors are that part of a community in whom the natural desire to give a lecture has long ago been satisfied.” Helen is a highly mythical character. Homer says Helen has one virtue: she was good-looking. Ellen Terry posed for picture of Galahad. G.’s parents weren’t married and all his relatives had shady pasts.


March 29-
Lots of things have happened that I simply haven’t had time to write down.

George (IV) Ernsbergen took me aboard the Leviathan. Huge ship. Then we explored the Grand Central Station, the Public Library at 42, and the Museum of Natural History. A Sunday after that Geo. IV took me to church at St. Mark’s =in=the Bouwerie to hear Dr. William Norman Guthrie. George I took me there one night to see a Symbolic Sermon (The Gift of Holy Fire) and to hear Kathryn Rodgers sing Indian songs at the Singing Hour after church.

Phil brought Ramsay Clayton, a young lawyer, out one night. The three of us saw “Paradise for Two” at the Paramount. Liked Ramsay all right that night but didn’t the time he, I Emily and Phil were out together.

Geo III brought Dixon Woodward out for Emily one night. He can make tables walk, chairs fall over, & the ghost of his brother appear. Hope I see a demonstration some time.

Geo.I brought Pat (Bailey Patrick) out for Emily one night and they’ve been going together since. Pat is sweet as can be. I adore dancing with him. D’Yampert had pat, Emily, Joan Huber and I & Geo.I down to his apartment for dinner. He served us hunks of steak, chunks of lettuce, slabs of bread, bowls of cherries, coffee, peas etc. We danced etc.

Bought a red hat!

Have seen “The Road to Rome” (Jane Cowl), “Saturday’s Children” (Ruth Gorky), “The Master Builder”, (Eva Le Galhene), “The Kings Henchman” (American Opera by Edna St. Vincent Millay and Deenis Taylor), “The Green Hat” (Katherine Cornell).

Geo.I, Pat, Bettie Fell, Dee, Jo and I went to the supper club “The Country Fair” in Greenwich Village Sunday night. The entertainers were dressed as rubes- We had a good time.

I’ve heard Gigli in a concert of arias, Galli-Curci; Fritz Kreisler; they were wonderful.

April 1-

Heard Chaliapin in his famous role of Boris Godunaff this afternoon. He was wonderful- so tremendously huge that all the other performers looked like pigmies in comparison. Louise Hunter was lovely- Marion Telva had gorgeous shoulders.

Tonight George I called at 10 and we went across the street to drink tea at the French Restaurant Maison Fichl’s. Never enjoyed George quite so much before. He is really just a good country boy but there’s an appealing sweetness about him. He has so much natural tact and innate kindness in his make up that one can’t help liking him. He pretends to be a great deal in love with me- “Gentlemen (may) Prefer Blondes”, but not Brunettes. I can never feel any deep wild thrills for blondes. I think I like to know that George cares for me, but I don’t love him.

C. is taking a lot for granted or else he believes in fate. Which? He said in his last letter that he just knew that we are finally to belong to each other so he isn’t worrying. I wonder if I’ll ever marry C.? He is the type of man I’ve always wanted to love and marry but I wonder if I will? He is so tall, dark, and rather distinguished looking. Is a lawyer. I know so little about his real likes and dislikes. He can be very thoughtless and inconsiderate in little things. (George is most considerate- what a difference!) C. doesn’t like to write letters so he takes his own time. Sends a telegram and expects that to make up for everything else. We are not engaged- Is the “ tacit understanding” very strong? He seems to think so- I want to but can’t.


Lyman is going to Hawaii- He’s quite thrilled over it- Hope he enjoys it as much as he thinks for.


April 24-

Spent the Easter vacation- April 13-18 in Washington visiting Maurine Orr Baxley and her Doctor husband at 2010 Kolorama Road. M-‘s cousin, Madeline Adkisson of San Antonio, Texas, was visiting there also. We had a wonderful time seeing W.- Saw the capitol, Congressional Library, Lincoln Memorial (How I loved that!), Lee’s home, Arlington, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (a darling tall young soldier on duty at the tomb made eyes at me and my red hat!), the Memorial Amphitheatre, cherry blossom trees, Cochran Art Gallery, Bureau of Painting and Engraving, Rock Creek Park, climbed the Washington Monument and saw the state tablets (Texas and Oklahoma each had the state seal represented) inside, Potomac Park, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington Auditorium, Mayflower Hotel, Powhatan Hotel, new Willard Hotel, Le Paradis supper club, Mount Vernon, (loved the river view)- Saw Martha’s bathing gown: long blue & white checked one with high neck, long sleeves and 4 lead weights in the hem to hold it down- George’s christening robe was a crimson silk-small triangular patch of material was preserved. Saw his letter to his foreman telling him to air the house and put up two bedsteads when he came home from his honeymoon. Alexandria, Va. Baltimore, Havre de Grace, Maryland, Philadelphia, Trenton, N.J., Wilmington, Delaware, Chester, Bristol etc. A lovely trip!!

I arrived in W. at 6:20 from New York. Claude was there 3 hours earlier. Maurine & daughter met me at the station (statue of Columbus in front and one of Neptune) in a drizzling rain. Claude telephoned just as we reached M-‘s apt. He wanted to come at 8 and arrived at 7:30 instead and had to wait till I finished dressing! He came out every day and every night he took me to dine and to a show. We talked a very great deal- around, about, and of marriage. He told me of his family, their hardships etc. I don’t see how one father and mother could manage to feed- clothe 12 children- much less educate them. They educated themselves. Claude is remarkable. He put himself through law school, beginning with $50. He milked 5 cows for his board and acted as janitor. Finally he finished. He taught school for awhile and had just started practicing law when war was declared. He went and came back a captain in the artillery. Now he is working hard to make some money and build himself up as much as possible so he can get married.

He was very lovable and likeable in W.- We became much better friends than ever. Sometime I’m going to marry him- I think!
But not until I teach at least one more year. I want to be married sometime and I want to make a happy, successful marriage based on love and all the proverbial virtue. We must love each other enough to overlook petty things- Do we have a sense of humor?

Madeline Adkisson, Maurine’s little vivacious cousin from San Antonio, was there. I liked her. She had an affair with Dr. Goode. She will be over here the first week in May.

Phil took me to dinner Saturday night to the Strand Roof. Lots of fun seeing the roughneck waiter and the tawdry girl show.

George took me to supper to the men’s Faculty Club Sunday night. Enjoyed it. Margaret and I saw “Rio Rita” (the Zeigfeld show- has setting on Texas-Mexican border- uses Texas rangers etc.) Ada May, Ethelind Terry, J. Harold Murray were the stars.

Saw Jeanne Eagels in “Her Cardboard Lover”. Ethel Barrymore in “The Constant Wife”. Gertrude Lawrence and Oscar Shaw in “Oh, Kay” Walter Hampden in “Caponsacchi”.

Claude sent some lovely red tulips for Easter. Beautiful things. He’s so SWEET. I’m getting sentimental and silly.

Billie Burke is marrying Dr. Purdy June 16th. Am very glad. She’s waited long enough. Two old maids now left of the old high school crowd----
Mabel Singleton and Dana Glass Fairchild


May 9
Ben John Stolper came to see me tonight and read me some of his short stories. One in particular was lovely: “The Symphony”. It is an unpublished tale about the author of “Summer is a cumen in”, John Farnesete. The movements of the story correspond to the movements of a symphony. His atmosphere, feeling, diction are marvelously medieval and Chaucerian. He is an unusually well read man, brilliant in English and History. Teaches in Lincoln School. We have been friends nearly all year- chiefly in Professor Johnson’s History class. He writes delightful little verses to me and for me then. Some of them I have kept. He isn’t a good-looking man- is just my height (not more than 5 ft. 4 in.), walks rather deliberately and heavily with an unobtrusive “ I – can – look- out- for- myself” attitude. Sometimes his eyes are a cold greenish blue, then again when he’s sincerely interested they are luminous and lovely like beautiful green pools with light thru them. His skin seems tightly drawn over his facial bones- rather peculiar. But he has such a keen sense of humor, such a fascinating personality that one forgets his face and everything when he talks. I am going to read his story “The Thrust” in the July 20th, 1922 “Adventure” magazine. He translated quite a bit from the French of Pierre *** (?). After he read his stories tonight we walked in Riverside and watched a lovely 4 rayed searchlight from one of the battleships in the Hudson. The long beautiful rays of luminous light played against the sky in places and were blunted in others by fleecy clouds.

May 15-

Madeline Adkisson of San Antonio is visiting me here Met her when I visited in Washington. She’s a very jolly little black eyed, black haired widow who gets a lot of fun out of life. She has many suitors- “Albert” Dyan, “Jake”, and her Mr. Baker who owns a chain of hotels in Texas. Hayne D’yampert has taken her out here several times. He is a friend of mine and of the History Professor’s. Madeline likes the men and likes “to do things”.

She and I went up to West Point, drove thru Hudson River Valley in Royal Blue Line bus. Beautiful trip! The country is green and fresh and the drive down on the New York side was wonderful! Coming back on the Jersey side was not so attractive,

The villages and towns thru which we passed all seemed to be having spring house cleanings. The doors and windows were open, and roads dug up! Saw Sing Sing, Washington Irving’s village (Irvington), “Sunnyside”, Sleepy Hollow, Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, Phillipse Manor, (Washington courted Mary P., a lovely belle of her day), old churches, homes and estates of Helen Gould Shepperd, CharlesM. Schwalip, Mary Walker the negress who made money by selling hair straightener to her nigger race and bought a home in a very fashionable district, Castle Heights belonging to Donald Ogden Stuart. The Wendell Sisters ( 3 old maids who have millions of $), - The mountains: Bear, Storm King, Taurus, Anthony’s Nose, Sugar Loaf. etc. were beautiful. The highway winds so picturesquely thru this enchanted country that it is impossible to describe its wonderful curves and turns. All along the way the river is full of life and beauty: slow- moving boats of various kinds were silhouetted strikingly against the mountains beyond; Banner Mare’s Island, a former pirate stronghold, was an exquisite spot of green in the middle of the river- The craggy old castle in its midst is a museum of Revolutionary relics. Iona Island, the arsenal and manufacturing spot of explosives was interesting.

Our visit to West Point was more or less disappointing. We saw cadets in mess formation, so straight and solemn in their gray suits and with a hungry look on their faces as they marched rapidly to the dining hall and the band rat – a- tat-tat-rat a- tat-tat-taed in the crisp noon sunshine. The buildings, covered with ivy, and the well kept grounds dotted with flag poles, tennis courts etc. were stately and lovely.

Dr. and Mrs. C.E. Schenck of Sherman, Texas, were in our party. If I send dr, S. a picture of the group taken in front of Andre’s prison house he is going to send me a wedding present!

Today Madeline and I walked on Riverside Drive at noon, hatless and coatless in the lovely sunshine. Took a few pictures. Bailey Patrick, a charmingly attractive stuffed shirt of a lawyer, and a shrimp named smart same by and chatted us.

Went to dinner with Nick at a funny French restaurant some time ago where we drank white wine out of silver teapots like tea!

The History Professor can’t understand why I won’t smoke. I haven’t any conscientious scruples against it, but as long as I’m under the jurisdiction of my family, who object to it, I can’t make a habit of it.

Last night, the History Ptof., Carl Lokke, Grace Hatzell and I went to wee the Jungle melodrama :Chang” and to dine and dance at the Villa Venice. Wore evening things. Had a good time but almost fell fast asleep with my cheek against George’s shirt front while we were dancing. Nearly dead! George is being so sweet to me these days that I’m about to fall in love with him! He has so many lovable, considerate qualities that it wouldn’t be very hard to do, especially as he continues making love to me in a delightfully pleasant manner and proposing frequently. I like him just heaps- as a mother likes her best neighbor’s little boy. I want to be sweet and nice to him- but not to marry him. Could I be happy with a college professor husband??? Even if there wasn’t a darling named Claude who has my affectations already----- I wonder???? How all this is going to end.

May 18- 1927

“We keep only that which we set free”.
Carl Ludwig Lokke (History Professor) George Hendricks (History Professor), Grace Hotzell and I went to see “Chang” (a jungle melodrama) and to dine and dance at the Villa Venice- Had a very nice time. Grace and Lokke are engaged. Poor George wants to be! Grace has a quaint, almost Japanese face and a LOVELY voice, soft & musical.

On board San Jacinto
June 2-

Madeline Adkisson of San Antonio, Tezas, stayed with me two weeks. She is a cousin of Maurine Orr Baxley. Jolly, little widow. She introduced Mr. Sachse- who has been awfully nice to me. Took me to luncheon at The Hotel McAlpine one day. He’s a gray haired man of 48 or 51. Very nice looking Jew- widower for 12 years. Has a married daughter in Charleston, S.C. He brought me to the boat- Sent me three boxes of Louis Sherry’s candy (lovely stuff in darling purple tin boxes), some beautiful pink roses, three pairs of pretty hose, lovely washable kid gloves, and an exquisite silver vanity. He is a peach.

George H. took me to see The Pantheon de la Guerres at the Madison Square Garden last night. It came over from Europe for some benefit. It is a circular picture that is permanently lodged in the Temple of Victory in France. The picture is a series of individual portraits – Representatives from all the warring countries stand in interesting poses. Gabriele D’Annangio stands with upflung arm holding a silk hat high in his hand and with outflung gray over coat in the Italian section . Nungesser, the French aviator who recently attempted to fly across the ocean from France to America and was lost, is in the French section. Wears red trousers and blue gray coat. The Arabian horsemen on white horses and in their colorful uniforms gave wonderful life and color to the picture.

Queen Marie, Woodrow Wilson, Myron T. Herrick etc. are outstanding figures. The groups of portraits are set on steps on the canvas. Back of people is a wall. Back of the wall is the battlefields- Verdun, Somme. Metz, Chateau Thierry etc. George H. & I were quite thrilled over the canvas-

Went to Niagara Falls the last weekend I was in New York. Emily was supposed to go with me but couldn’t so I went alone. Enjoyed the trip very much. Had a very funny experience on the Pullman with the “vanity” episode. A young fellow dropped it as he climbed out of his berth putting on his coat. The “vanity” dropped out his pocket and rolled right down in front of my feet. I said “ you dropped something” but he evidently didn’t hear. I stooped and picked it up thinking to give it to him when he returned from the diner. Nearly died when I saw what it was- Felt like a hot coal- Didn’t know what to do so turned and shoved it under the covers of the unmade berth opposite. The nice gentleman returned and found the silly thing. Was embarrassed to death for fear he’d know I put it there.

Met my twin Dana White. He is a very nice man who lives in Utica, N.Y. Nice, tall man with brown eyes and delightful manners. Very considerate and sweet-Writes very attractive letters- nice sense of humor. Wish I knew him better.





INSERT SCANNED NAMES
Paul S. Conger
U.S. National Museum
Washington, D.C.
Home address Prairie de Lac
Wisconsin
Works in Biology on Diatoms
c/o John R. Grollemund
Service Company,
Headquarters First Infantry
Ft. Sam Houston, San Antonio

Jeanne Lenore Sutton
#18 Kensington Ave.
Kensington Hall
Jersey City, N.J.

Elinor Pancoast
Goucher College,
Baltimore

Dalton Arrowood
55 Tieman Pl.
N.Y. City

Victor Hugo
318 W. Polar St.
San Antonio, Texas

George L. Ellis
1028 W. Summit Ave.
San Antonio, Tex.

Donald J. MacKenzie
23 Farrington Rd.
Brockton, Mass.

Mellary Live
S.S. San Jacinto

“Dana, My Dear”
It has been a surprise knowing you & a pleasure & an honor for you are really a sweet girl.
Jeanne ***



Wednesday, June 1

Bought a charming Italian cut work luncheon set for Aunt M.- down on Rector street just before leaving for home. Fred Sachse brought me down to the boat in a taxi. He was lovely to me- Too bad that one can’t keep her friends within Christian distance.

My cabin mate is a charming girl- French- from Jersey City, Jeanne Sutton. We got acquainted at once. She is very pretty, vivacious and likeable. Is going down to meet her brother in Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio. She may marry and stay there.

Thursday, Fri., Sat.

Met Paul S. Conger, Victor Hugo, George Ellis etc. Victor and Geo. Are chaps from U. of Va.
Typically collegiate! Like Victor better that Geo. Paul is 30- doing research in diatoms (microscopic plants) on the Tortuga Islands for the Carnegie Institute in Washington, D.C. Very brilliant fellow-
quiet, with thoughtful considerate manners and beautiful eyes. Of average build. He and I started out being friends at once. Both of us are Masters- consequently we had laots in common- education ally at least. We were together a very great deal= constantly in fact. He was most attentive- We became very well acquainted. The poor chap was literally starving for some girl to be sweet and sympathetic to him. He told me all his dreams and ideals and ambitions. He wanted a real girl to share his life. Before he got off at Key West Saturday night he had told me he loved me and asked me to marry him. I never felt so sorry for any body in my whole life. Funny; how somebody like that is always getting my sympathies. George Hendricks is another example. Sweet and fine as can be but I could never, never marry him. I told Paul that I thought I was in love with some one else, and that I could not love him as he wished. All this looks so silly written down. It was sweet and beautiful while it was happening. What girl wouldn’t feel happy to have such a fine, brilliant man make love to her? The poor man said he loved me so much that he’d work so hard for me. I cried when the boat moved away from the Key West dock and left Paul there. Guess I’m a sentimental fool, but the sight of another’s pain always hurts me dreadfully. I was really very common sense with Paul- but when we pushed off from the dock and I could see his face so full of tenderness for me I couldn’t help crying. Silly me. Thinking I’m in love with Claude and shedding tears because I have to be so cold and hurt another fine fellow. Paul was so naïve, honest and sincere. I wish I could love him but it’s utterly impossible. He was attracted to me because I was friendly and nice and he knew I was a Columbia U. M.A.

Suppose I’ll never see him again. That’s life.

At Key West I received so many lovely letters from my friends. Surely appreciated them too. Emily Thomason, Margaret C. House, Maryon Foresman, Ouida Boulden Grissom, Catherine Burns Stuart, Dana White, John Radcliff, George Hendricks, Fred C. Sachse, Claude Hendon,

The trip was been lovely so far. Calm, clear weather. Pauline Odell Chandler is on board. She left Lufkin about 8 years ago- married Cliff Chandler in Jersey City. John A. married a sweet Bay City girl.

Several of the ship’s officers have been very nice- Richard Duncan, the Junior Wireless operator is nice to Jeanne. He’s a good looking kid, but the nicest one is Donald McKinzie. He is a jolly blue-eyed Scotch man with very sweet manners and a nice boyish smile.

Little Ruth Collins, a darling red-headed 4 year old, does the Charleston, Black Bottom, and sings “Baby Face” and “Show me the Way to Go Home”. She’s precious.

July First

This is the silliest Journal any girl ever tried to keep!
BLANK HALF PAGE

Funny sort of romance, I think. Paul Congor has written me several interesting letters. The one from the Dry Tortuga Islands at Key West, Florida was beautifully illustrated with pen and ink drawings