Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

I just miss you like anything, and am just fiendishly lonely! Our holidays have at last begun and bid fair to be very gay ones. There are to be, I think, four dances this week, dancing-school on Tuesday, a dance at Beths on Friday and then Mary Scott and James Garfield are both maybe going to give one. James' for sure and Mary's just rumor. Then we went to a teagyesterday at Margaret Gillmore's, which, by the way was deadly, and there is to be a tea luncheon at Barbara's on Tuesdays and a tea at Mrs Wycoff's on Wednesday to meet her sister. Aren't we frightfully gay? Mamma says we'll get so blasé about going out that when we get older and really come out there won't be any excitement about it.
This morning I began to be afraid that I couldn't go to any of these things because I have a funny swelling on one side of my neck and I was sure it was mumps. But the doctor came and said it was only “a swelling of the “ glands” and I could go out and do anything I wanted to. I only hope it won't get any bigger and make me look like a fright.
Well, I might as well begin on my usual subject—baseball—and tell you what's happening though it isn't very much.
We seem to have very bright prospects as far a fielding and pitching go but I am afraid we haven't got any really good batters, and no one can make up for the batting of Purnell, Underhill, Cosgrave and Stevens. We have played only three games so far all of them with small colleges and all of which we beat, but by a rather small margin. But Yale has also played three games all of and was beaten in all, one of them 10–1, so so far I expect Yale isn't doing much better. Mr. Butler has just called this evening and I talked about baseball so it would dawn upon him to take me to the next game, but he wouldn't do it, wasn't that mean? I am afraid I must stop now because Mamma says I must go to bed very early the nights I dont go out, so goodbye until next Sunday unless I am ill from my dissapation or else too lazy. Give my love to everybody and keep a huge [drawing of a heart with “love” written several times at the top] full of love for your darling selves