Mon. Night
Dear John Milton,
For
the past two weeks, I have been in a fog. I don’t think I owe you a letter but
here I go. I’m quite sure I wrote to you some time ago. I think I gave the
letter to a boy to mail, and I’m positive he wouldn’t hold out on me.
Nevertheless, I would enjoy a letter from you real soon.
Finals are now over,
and we all have a fresh start. I’m going to make the best of it. I did fairly
well the past semester, and now I’m going to endeavor to improve upon my past
marks.
I have been quite upset
lately. In the mindset of my finals, my Grandfather died. We surely did
appreciate the flowers and telegram from your folks. It surely was considerate
and thoughtful of them.
This past Friday night
I went to the Tau Kappa Epsilon Fraternity formal, and met a terrible doom.
While dancing, someone evidently dropped a lighted match on the floor expecting
it to go out, and in the contrary it caught my dress on fire. I was quite
fortunate as I wasn’t burned badly. My right leg was injured a little, but that
is all. My dress was burned completely. They had to rip it off of me, and roll
me on the floor to stop the flames. They were higher than my head. After it was
all over, I was quite nervous and ill, so this meant they had to carry me from
the floor. I was embarrassed to the utmost extent. You can’t imagine how I
felt.
How has every little
thing been with you? I hope fine. I suppose you’ve been going to dances,
parties, etc. Well, while and tell me about them.
I’m all by my lonesome
this evening. My roomie has gone to the library to
study, and all the other girls are deep in their rooms with work. After I
finish this, I must begin. I thought I had better write, but I still think you
owed me a letter.
John Milton, please
write to me soon. I’ll be looking forward to a letter real, real soon. If my
writing to you is boresome, or if you don’t care to
carry on a correspondence, please let me know. I don’t want to make a fool out
of myself.
So long, until the next
time, which I hope isn’t long, but this all depends upon you.
Love,
Ruth