Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-05-01
Love Letters Of a i. of P. Co.
Ed. Are at least Inter-
esting.

The University of Pennsylvania is all
wrought up at present over the publ
cation in the student journal of the
Love Letters of a Cold" There is
much discussion as to the identity of
the author. who has certainly achieved
distinction in the expressions of warmth
and depth of affection. Enough of the
letters are printed to show the Begin
ming, development and unfortunate end
ing of a university romance. 1t is a
touching affair, as it is recorded in these
stray documents and gives clear in
sight into the methods of the universi-
t..
March 8. 1901.
love you. Dearest Godfrey. how
that supreme phrase has throbbed in my
surgng brain to-day. AS we stood last
night under the eerie shadow of the vet
Urinary department and you uttered
(must l admit it?) what my ears had
been thirsting to hear, what my soul had
cried for patiently. l was laved for
one instant in the quintessence of hap
piness which carries us to the edge of
the infinite. high above the ebbing
pulses of humanity.
And then as we sat on the steps of the
Vivarium and watched the great yellow
moon rise over the roof of the Dog Hos
pital I felt that what Pippa sang is true
Goods in His heaven-alls right with
the world
Quite a dainty touch this. And then
how cleverly the local color is worked
into this bit Of literature. The mellow
moon hanging it's full globe over the VII
varium is quite an artistic effect and
one calculated to arouse sentimental
emotions in the breast of every alumnus
of the university.
The next three letters tell the story
of the gradual growth of this pretty
little romance.
All day long, light of my life. have
been dissecting Holsters and thinking Of
you. My desk in Biological hall is next
to Pennsylvania Dutch Girls from AL
len.own. Wilhelmina Schwartz is her
name, and oh, how she annoys me with
her cheap wit and vulgar buffoonery.
At times as I have sat there day-dream-
ing and distracted. the chaste silence
would suddenly be broken by the sounds
of her rasping voice singing Just Be-
cause He Made Then Goo-Goo Eyes"
How Bourgeois!
I could have killed her right there. but
she done fine work in Cats and will
help me in examination.
Meet me tonight my Tristan, under
tanical Gardens. Your ever Isolde.
IS. c.
March 4.
How brave you were last night! How
your Andromeda trembled for her Per-
seus! You must not expose yourself
that way again-my ever dearest. When
I think how frightened I was at that
wild lizard Of DR. MacFarland's which
came Wabbling up the garden path. l am
ashamed of my craven femininity. But
l couldn't help it, dear and l do so alb
hor those quasi prehistoric monsters. I
shall never forget how you crashed it's
skull with the sharp end of that happily
ubiquitous bicycle pump.
Farewell, my hero, my Paolo. Your
Francesca must now pretend to be I'M
mersed with the other Bi-Eds in-oh,
such prosy work, on the Zymotc Dis
eases of young kittens. Yours while
this machine is to her"
SYLVIA GREY.
March Il.
Oh, Godfrey, Godfrey, l have been so
worried all day long. I think Coach
Ward is just a horrid man to take YOU
on the river in such rough weather and
nearly scare your little tootsy- wootsy to
DEATH
Hdh d uledulul lIlSnC TINS AFTERNOON,
too. You know those frogs we have been
dissecting? Well, | felt so sorry cor
them the other day, l deliberately res
cued one from the general massacre to
keep as a pet. / called it Jeff" after
you, and ii really was the cutest thnss
But today lit makes me sick to think OF
lt that wretched Wilhelmina acct
aentally chopped its head off, and ]
swooned away.
the surface in the few lines of the las,
epistle.
When I recovered, the professor ir