October 19, 1944

Thursday Night

Dearest Ken;

The time is drawing nigh; only one more day - - in a way I do feel sad that this is the end; school was a marvelous experience; the friends I have made are quite important to me. It seems like such a short time, doesn’t it? Darling, I can hear you say to yourself, that “time doesn’t seem short; the length of time you’ve been away seems forever” and that is true.

It’s ten o’ clock and Miss Mackenzie, our supervisor, took us out to dinner at “The Shadows” of Telegraph Hill, a very unusual restaurant at the end of Montgomery Street. It was our farewell party. We gave her a bottle of Yardley’s cologne, which is rather expensive and exquisite. As I’ve told you before, there were only three of us this semester. Next time she will have fourteen. I have certainly profited by my field work and learned an awfully lot I’d never thought about! Of course, the usual question put to us concerns our plans for our professional future and will we accept a job here or there or someplace else.

Well, this is just about all for now, so bye and I’ll write tomorrow.

Lots of love,

Berna Lou