Olivet, Michigan
March 6, 1927

Dear Sis –

The last few days of last week I studied and though so much that my mind plus somebody else’s thought of the following lines: no comets necessary!

I, Sister, sister I’ve been thinking
What a great world this would be
If the girls could pop the question,
‘twould be right for you & me.

II, Sister, sister I’ve been thinking
What a Sunday this would be
If you’d go pick out the fellow
To take a ride with you & me.

III. Sister, sister I’ve been thinking
What a wedding it would be
If we both could hitch up double
Our two men with you and me.

IV. Sister, sister, I’ve been thinking
What a funeral it would be
If you should upset the Dodge soon
And kill the whole darn family.

I was very happy to receive your letter, as I came down stairs after a very refreshing nights rest.

Mother wants to know if you saw the Younger’s and the supt of G, R, Mother said she thought she saw you shaking hands with Clement.

Don’t be surprised to get a letter from some young man soon because mother and I are working magic on him. We’ve been studying astrology and it is written in the stars.

Stasia has gotten over her mad spell. She is sick with what the Doctor calls tonsillitis but it looks more like the mumps. She says that it doesn’t hurt a bit. She looks like she weighs 400 lbs,, so swelled up. I took her some of mothers carnations and told her I was bringing a peace offering.

The Moore’s came Tuesday and we took them home Friday. Mother and Doctor King psychoanalyzed Mr. Moore, deciding his trouble was caused by a clot on the blood vessels of the brain, which is liable to disappear at any time. He didn’t stay long enough to find out what this treatment would do for him. Mrs. Moore went home feeling much better. They were in a hurry because Mrs. M. has a brother in Kazer very ill and she expected a letter from him.

When we went to take them home we invited Miss Right to go along. Came back and had supper here. She gave me an A on my sewing notebook. Have a test over 5 chapters of reference work in sewing Mon. A. M. I ought to quit this scribbling and study for the pesky thing.

Dad and I are feeling some better but mother is coming down with the hard cold etc,

Spencer’s just went home, were here about an hour. Nothing particular to talk about. We got talking about astrology. Edwin thought he must have been born in the wrong month because not many of the things suited him.

Well, another six weeks have come to pass. What a grand and glorious feeling.

Don’t say any thing about the hilly writing because I’m lying on the day bed writing this lovely letter. I hope you will pickle and preserve it till you receive the next one.

The boys B, Ball tournament is next week Thur. Fri. and Sat. Perhaps I can meet you in Hastings Friday then we can go and see the game eh?

Mother said she’d finish up the tablet so here goes.

[At this point, Helen Glasner stopped writing,but did not sign her name. Maude Glasner then finished the letter.]

Helen forgot to tell you that about forty who had been out for basketball were royally entertained by Mr. And Mrs. Milos Thurs. eve. Cocoa, wafers, green and white cake and green and white ice cream.

I have me eye tight shut, nursing a peach of a cold again. My throat began getting sore Friday nite when I dreamed of prying out a back tooth with the end of my thumb. Dad says I may go to Ann Arbor and have those teeth x-rayed. I wish he would drive there and to Mabel’s for one night, but he says nix, no driving in Detroit for him. He isn’t very peppy yet after his illness.

Mrs. Vance ever mentioned Irene. Patty hasn’t been here since Monday, I was at her house Mon. P, M. while we made a spiffy black and white hat that I have a hunch will look much better on you than it does on me.

Milliard was sent home by Dr, King the week of semester exams because he broke loose and beat up Fred Hall. Some fellows had stacked his room and a crowd were ragging him about it. He finally ordered them out and everyone went but Hall. M. He knocked Hall down and was ready to pummel him good when Mrs Niles appeared on the scene. She told Dr. King he was shaking so terribly she was sure he was too nervous to take exams. So he has had to take all but history this six weeks. He is taking eighteen hours of work to make up for physics dropped in the middle of the first semester. He surely looks pretty husky. Nerves make a good alibi, but don’t add to his popularity with the fellows.

Helen wants to meet you in Hastings for the B,B, tournament Friday nite and Saturday. Don’t know anything about Dad’s plans for the week yet.

Mrs. Moore and I were invited to Kedronite, Wed. to hear Dr. Stowe talk on “composition of matter”. Not brilliant but easily comprehended.

If I am real peppy in the morning I’ll mail this on the early train. I sure do feel punk tonight, expect to get over it soon. Hope your throat doesn’t keep on bothering. It would be interesting if Carey and Kramer were the only ones to stay over.

Did you see Yingers? Or call on the superintendent? Hope to feel well enough to type those letters for you tomorrow. Helen washed clothes Saturday until she blistered her fingers, therefore we won’t need to do the big washing before the end of the week.

Do take time to write soon. Helen likes to have letters addressed to her. This has been a lonesome week end.

Lovingly

Mother.

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