October 4, 1940

Dear John,

This has been a very eventful though dull week. Much of the activities have been centered at school. Every time I look at a new teacher, there is more work to do. You certainly had an exciting adventure at the fair. Bet you all looked cute when those women began screaming. I am taking golf lessons (can’t hit a door yet) and I am all worn out and blistered up. My poor hands look like I scrub floors for a living.

Tuesday, the day I received your letter was my birthday. I had a little celebration, strictly a family affair. The fried chicken, ice creams, and cake were delicious. Oh, how I wish they could be made to contain less calories. Mama and Daddy gave me a chaise lounge, which is wonderfully comfortable.

Wednesday I spent all day at school and then had to attend convocation. Last night the Town Girl’s Club met at my house. The dishes to clean up afterward were a pain. We are going to have freshman initiation out in the Battlefield Park next Thursday. With the exception that there will be no men, we should have a very interesting time.

John, I have something very important to discuss with you. As much as I should like to come to Richmond with Russell some Sunday when he comes after his girl, (He said I could sometime) I really can’t for it really wouldn’t be proper because it would seem that I was running after you since you haven’t been to see me since I met you last. That seems very complicated but is very, very true, understand? Now as you say to me, “Don’t get angry”. Why should any such pleasant thought as you? P.S. Make me angry, I ask you?

Everyone here is fine and happy. Give my best regards to your parents. For goodness sakes don’t go running into anymore women’s dressing rooms. I can’t think of anymore news now so I will have to stop before you become bored. You be good and stay sweet and considerate. Don’t forget to mention me to Alvin and Carlton. Really must stop for I have to dress to go up to the college.

Love,

Margaret

P.S. What I don’t know about the universe now would fill a book. Would you like me to write one?

P.P.S. Buddy Pyne is now going out with girls again. I thought you might be slightly interested.

P.P.S. No. 3. I wait for your letters so please write soon.