Hello John,

Hasn’t today been wonderful? I have enjoyed just being alive because soon all my trouble and toil will be over for three months. It is most exciting to be a senior and to be looking forward to graduation with a cheerful heart. I have lots of work to finish by the end of next week, but I am determined not to let the thought of it make me unhappy. I have received four invitations in two days. This sudden popularity has an amazing effect upon ones disposition. It makes one feel wanted and a part of activities.

I didn’t go to the Junior-Senior prom for many reasons too numerous to enumerate, but I don’t feel that I missed much since all the dances here are too formal to allow anyone o have fun – the kind of fun I like. I have been criticized for not going, but then I might be criticized more severely if I had gone and had done something “wrong”.

I would love to have you come up for the graduation exercises if you can. Of course I will understand if you can’t, because I don’t even know when your school ends. I thought you might enjoy knowing what I have in store for me as a member of this year’s graduating class. Perhaps you could come up on Sunday to share my happiness of having measured my sheep’s cloth (I even had to pay for it after working hard for the honor four years – there ain’t no justice). Telling me I am “educated” person. However, you know best so I will accept your decision.

Mathew and Daddy are setting out on the porch admiring our new awning. It really does add something to the appearance of our home. Now the porch is nice and shady and also private, which I feel is a decided asset.

This evening at church the marine orchestra and chair will render us some interesting musical selections. Last week the chair from the Methodist orphanage in Richmond sang “the Holy City” in a way unsurpassed by any renditions I have ever heard. Even if our preacher is snooty and conceited, he does have lovely services. Some time I hope you will go with me to one.

Well, sugar I am coming to Richmond on the thirty first of August to report to work on September 1. That seems a long time off, but this summer I am coming down to see the hospital as many time as possible. I am going to be a lady of leisure this summer. Daddy says I can’t go to school and I don’t have a job, so I reckon I will loop and travel and spread “good well” (???).

By now think about me a little. I wish you luck and will ask in my prayers that you will also pass everything. Prayers always help when other things fail if you believe they will.

I knew you wouldn’t mind stretching to read my writing.

Write soon. Come up if you can,

Love, Margaret.

P.S. I’m going to learn some nice foreign phrases from our language professor – he’s very new + young but married.

This exterior sheet is to insure privacy. From what I hear mail clerks and mailmen like to read notes. Inexpensive stationary is always too thin to be satisfactory but I do think it is attractive.