Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

You are such a dear, arent you? I don't see how you can help knowing that you are! And to think that you worry because you don't get a mid-week letter off to me, when I never write you but one a week. I love you so, darling sister. Oh, just think, you will only get two more letters from me because there are only two more Sundays (or rather two more Mondays because I never seem to get time to write to you on Sundays) I can hardly wait for the two weeks and five days to go. I want to see you so much, Detty dear! It's just about a week and two days now before ourr exams begin and I am so scared. We have already taken one—Bible—because Dr. DuBose finished the course and so gave it to us right away. I am so glad he did because now we have one off our minds anyway, and I was awfully scared about it. It turned out to be very easy and so I know I passed it. I am so glad that you passed yours Chemistry alright. But you always do pass everything—beautifully. If I were you I would never worry for a minute about exams. You know, its so funny! They think I'm right down here and are always asking me to write things for the “Muse” and debate and so forth, and I can't do those things to save me and they won't get it out of their heads, and it's so hard trying to live up to my reputation! I often think that if they think I—the black sheep of the family—am bright what would they think of you and Margie if you all came down here! Its a good thing that I came down here where I could get such a reputation.

Last Saturday we had the Dramatic Club plays. The first one, which I was not in, was just as cute as it could be and the girls did finely. Ours wasn't a very cute play in itself. We had known that for a long time when we were rehearsing it and we knew we couldn't do make anything out of it. But it went off alright and everybody enjoyed it even if they weren't crazy about it. You see, anything is interesting to watch if you know the girls that are doing it. After the play the Dramatic Club had a feast and that was the best part of the evening. (Chicken salad, grape fruit, grape juice, cakes, candy, beaten biscuits, olives etc)

Last Thursday we had a very exciting time with the Sigma Lambda elections for next year. We did it a crazy way—just nominated some people and then sent the nominees out of the room and elected them by going down the well and each one saying who she wanted. It made an awful racket and was so embarassing for the nominees. Marguerite Thompson was elected president, Isabelle Hanna treasurer and I was elected critic. Those are the only ones you know and so I needn't tell you the others. My office is perfectly horrid, the hardest one of all, I think I have to sit up on the platform at all the meetings and then afterwards get up and criticise everything that needs to be criticised—such as order, the papers that are read and so forth! Isn't that the limit. Louise is critic of E. A. ?. and she says it is awfully hard. I know I can't do it!

I think that was the funniest craziest thing about father that you told me! Think of father being “gaunt and solemn.” Oh, How silly!I have got to stop and get ready to go riding. Good-bye my dearest. With inexpressible love and a great big hug and [a drawing of lips] kiss from—