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Lovingly T.W.
17. TO AMOS N. WILDER. ALS 2 pp. Yale
Nov. 18—<19>14—
Dear Amos,
I sure hope we can keep a room at Yale, but it probably never get there.73 Some small college Wooster und so weiter74 is probably waiting for me and before I see the shaky New York-New Haven R.R’s Depot75 you’ll be leaving it for a missionary post on the Koko-Kola Is—east of the moon. Whether next Thanksgiving Dinner be held—a tutti—in New Haven or with “remembrance for our loved ones scattered over the earth” is a matter that rests entirely on the strength of the adjectives in the Little Colleges’ Pamphlets on father’s desk.—N.B. Note for Essay = The Parcel-Post Xmas, or the House divided.
Mother here is working very hard for the Red Cross Society of Berkeley. She has been writing letters to all the ministers in town asking them to announce to their flocks that contributions will be received in Room 420 1 st Nat. Bank Bldg.76
Charlotte is a red cheeked, so-so plump girl in glasses; everything she says would be described as “stoutly” or “emphatically” put. She has a habit of talking protestingly which is the lighter side of her infallibility. You may not realize it but its positively serious, the way Charlotte can’t be corrected. Critique Severe sur une famille.77 Reprove her; point out that she is in the wrong, and she says “All right” then if Mother continues to reprove, comes a “Oh, you’ll talk forever,” and then Isabel and I sit on her by roaring. It’s all based on great underlying consciousness of being perfect that often shows up curiously. You mention such a slight and plain fact as that she “cant sing—any more, that is, than any other person who can follow the choir in church” and immediately she raises her back with: “I can sing better than Isabel,” or a direct, “I can too.” Perhaps that isn’t a good illustration, but it may show where the wind blows.