The Washington times., 1923-06-08
SchOOlday
Letters

who is going to school. She
says, above all, live with your
boy or girl In spirit. When they
write home. study their letters
and try. to get their viewpoint
and then write them in the same
spirit they wrote to YOU
~ Mother and father Hawkins, on
sending Jim and Emily to school,
decide to. give this a trial.
Emily's letter comes first.
Dear Folks--Got here all right.
Lot Of people here. Don't feel
good.
Nobody seems to know anybody
else. can't find any of the
places where the classes are.
Hoping you are the same.
EMILY.
Dear Girl-Glad OF il. Not
many people here Neither do I.
They never did. Maybe they
aren't.
I'm sure we are, PA.
Later-From Jim:
Dear FolIxs-I'm getting along
fairly well, for You know "All's
we'll that ends well" / have pro-
CURED q position in an eating
gentlemen hereabouts are insist.
gentlemen hercabouts are 1nsis-
emit upon my joining myself to
~ fraternity. am somewhat low
on money and therefore deem it
b inadvisable at present unless you
feel that you could advance me
more. I am steadily becoming &C.
customed to the ways and man
ners OF the school here. Your
dutifuI son, JAMES.
My Dear James-I'm truly graft
fled that you find 1t ''As You
Like IT." 1 have Just partaken Of
the midday repast. I feel as you
do the lack Of funds necessary to
the carrying out Of the plans out
lined for you by the insistent
gentlemen. / am cognizant Of the
ways but not Of the manners Of
the school mentioned. Your
humble father,
WILLIAM HAWKINS.
Dear Dad-Honest. can't you
see your way at putting me in a
frat? Hell. guys gotta get
along. JIM.
Dear Jim-Yah, mebbe. Dam
nit, yes. DAD.
And still: s
Dearest Father and Mother
Isn't 1t just too wonderful to be-
alive? Mother you ought to see
the keen man that just simply
adores me. T. know you would
Just rave over him. Why he is
just too good looking for words.
The girls all say he's the bees
knees. He let out his pin to me
laet night and the girls are just
wild. And what do you think,
mother? He's sporting me to a
slick party next Fri. Tell father
hello. Your happy. happy child,
EMILY MARIE.
From Ma Hawkins:
Emily Marie. Dear-Oh what is
90 rare as day in June? We
have a new hand at the farm.
Emily, he is a sharp kid, all
right, and he just worships US.
All Of the neighbors say he is
the grasshopper's hoofs. He lust
works too hard for eats. Father
let out his watch to him last
night and you should have seen
me froth at the mouth. And
what do you s'pose? He's gallon
ing away from here next Wed.
Father acknowledges your hello.
Your glad parent,
JEAN LIBBY.
And next:
Darlingest. Sweetest, Honey.
bunch Mother-What would Won,
say If told you I was thinking
Of bobbing my hair? want to
know just what you think, for
wouldn't do it for the world II
thought You wouldn't like It?
Mother, do you really mean to
tell me that you never kissed
anyone but father? think you
must have been spoofinS me,
your letters sound awfully funny.
mater, I don't know why.
spose you would call me a regu.
Lar gold digger but I sure need
more kale. Your little delicate,
EMILY.
And finally:
Lovingest snoogleum Dearie--
OF course am surprised to hear
that you have bobbed your hair.
but think 1t must look very
becoming. hope that YOU will
be satisfied with 1t that wav
until 1t Grows out again.
You are right dear daughter.
was only kidding you. Your
mother was devil when she was
your age. But look at her re.
.ward-see her daughter. II my
letters sound queer, dear, yours
are idiotic, / don't know whv.
My dear girl, you'll have to be \
gold digger, and a good one at
that, to get any more of what
you call kale. Father and I are
knocked fiat. Your big bulky