Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre




Eleanor Wilson McAdoo writes to Jessie Wilson Sayre with news from Princeton, including the latest on the quadrangle controversy.


Seeley G. Mudd Manuscript Library, Princeton University




My own precious DJetty

You don't know how I miss you and want you all the time, darling. It is so lonely here without you. Margaret is coming back to-day and then it won't be so bad but oh I wish you could come back too. We are so anxious to hear what you have decided to do and what has happened and every thing. Oh how I hope it won't be very hard for you and that you can have a happy year in spite of it all. You are so fine and brave and sweet and good and oh Jetty how I love, love love you. I wish I was there with you and could just hug you and kiss you. I know you will want to hear about what has been happenings here and I will tell you as well as I can though I am afraid that I am not equal to it. There is an opposing party in the faculty which is just doing all it can to not only oppose the plan but practically to ruin father. The chief people in it are Henry Van Dyke, Mr. West, Dr. Brackett, Paul van Dyke and Mr Hibben. There are only about four or five others not so important. Then of course there is a huge majority for father very inthusiastic and working just as hard as they can in every direction to help him. The most important of them are Mr. Fine, Mr. Garfield, Mr. Ormond, Mr. Lovett, Mr Daniels, Mr. Elliott and Uncle Stock. All the preceptors are with him in a body. There is no danger at all of the other party succeeding in anything but it is just the abominable things they are doing that is so maddening and the way Mr. Hibben has acted ismakes it simply terrible for father. They had the faculty meeting day before yesterday and at the end Mr. Daniels moved that the plan should be passed by the faculty or something like that. I don't remember exactly what it was. Then before that could be seconded Dr van Dyke got up and made a second resolution which was the most insulting and astounding thing you ever heard of. It was practically a statement of want of confidence in father and the trustees, as it was a resolution to investigate the club evil and find out if they needed abolishing. He wanted a council of the faculty and trustees and all the students (I don't know whether it was the alumni too or not) to investigate it. Everybody was simply horror struck at the insult of it all and the MrHibben got up and seconded it. Wasn't that the most perfectly awful thing. Father was just splendid and didn't lose his temper or show any distress at all and then of course as it was late the meeting broke up and next Monday they will debate first on Henry van Dykes resolution, and of course it will be voted down, and then on Mr. Daniels which of course since we have the majority will be passed. Everybody says that they have just ruined themselves and there is no more question about its being passed. Really everything would be in a fine state of affairs and there would be is nothing worry about as regards the faculty, if only Mr. Hibben hadn't done that dreadful thing. Every one is simply dazed and nobody says anything about it at all. I am trying so hard not to hate and despise him because I know I shouldn't but oh it is so hard not to. I have spent all this letter telling you all this and I hope you can understand it from the mixed up way I have told it.
I know though that you wanted to hear about everything, don't you? Really everything is very encouraging everybody says. Nothing more has been heard from either the alumni or trustees. To change the subject—my neck hasn't quite healed yet and there is no telling when I shall start for school. But you know Margaret Du Bose didn't come because she was too homesick and wanted to get home immediately and so when I go I will spend the night in Baltimore at Cousin Florence's. Are you glad, darling? I am. I spend all my time now playing around with Sue, Beth and Katharine Duffield. School has opened and we go around there to recess and yell and scream as usual. This is my last sheet of paper (its all scraps as you see) and so I shall have to stop. Good-bye my own, my darling Detty. I can never tell you how much I love you and how I hope that you are happy that and that things are going comparatively well. With all the love in my heart which is overflowing— Nell.

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McAdoo, Eleanor Wilson, 1889-1967, “Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre,” 1907 September 28, WWP17403, Jessie Wilson Sayre Correspondence, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.