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Lewisburg, Ohio, Dear Aunt Nellie: March 27, 1930. I certainly have been having a time since you left Saturday. I have just realized that I don't know how to cook. I could easily have prepared Sunday dinner for Uncle Frank and me by frying ham and making mashed potatoes, but to my misfortune Mr. and Mrs. Long came. Of course, I had to ask them to stay to dinner. You should have seen me scurrying around that kitchen trying to get something more to eat. In all my hurry I forgot to look at the potatoes and they boiled dry. I opened a can of peas and one of corn, but alas, when I got the milk there was just enough to use in the potatoes. That meant that there would be no peas nor corn. The only thing for me to do was to open a can of beans, and I don't think they taste very good with mashed potatoes. I made date pudding for dessert. Mrs. Long had offered to help me with the dinner but I told her I could get along all right. It was just two o'clock when I got the dinner fsuch as it wasj on the table. The potatoes were too salty and the date pudding was soggy because I had put too much water in it. Mr. and Mrs. Long didn't seem to mind much though, for they were very jolly and we had a good time. I noticed, however, they didn't eat much. I surely have been busy this week playing school girl and housekeeper both. I've enjoyed it all except the Sunday dinner and it didn't turn out to be an absolute failure. I hope you are having a good time. Don't worry about me, for since Sunday I have been getting along fine. With love, Dorothy. -DOROTHY HEETER, '52. La Rose Ranch, Brant, Montana, Dear john: july 12, 1890. I wish you could be with us here among the hills, the cattle, the horses, and the cowboys who work for Uncle Bill. These cowboys aren't as bad as the ones we read and hear about at home although they do carry guns, they do this because of cattle rustlers who are very active in this region at the present, and for the sake of self defense when they come into contact with bad men. Uncle Bill has many cows and about fifty head of horses. There are some very large hills on his ranch and they were said to have had a large quantity of gold in them, but nobody seems to know much more about it. Uncle Bill said that I might make a good rider some time and might be able to lasso a steer if I stood on top of it. This might seem discouraging to you but I don't care, people shouldn't believe all they hear or see. Yesterday Uncle Bill gave me a horse so that I might say I have one of my own, he is white all over and is very pretty with his milky, shiny coat. Uncle Bill said that this horse's mother was an Arabian horse and his father was a wild horse. It happened one day as Uncle Bill was riding through a ravine that he heard a neighg so he began to search and found Monk, an Arabian horse that he had bought in Mexico and which had disappeared a few days before, and a little white colt, but Monk was dead. He took the colt home and after it grey up he began to realize its intelligence so he had an Indian, who was experienced at breaking horses, to break him. So now if you come out here, which I hope can be made possible, we will not stop wearing out one horse or lassoing one steer, but will show these fellows what work and excitement is. STRAIGHT STEEL Standing on a railroad In the moonlight, I see two rails- Like silver threads Stretching out straight, And the thought comes to me, As I look at these steel rails, That if my life were Stretched out like this track, Would it be straight, And clean, and shining, and true? -MYRNA BROWN. Page Thirty Your sincere friend, Jerry. -JEROLD I-IAPNER, '32. MY JOB Gee, I hate to work I wish there wasn't such a thing It makes me want to shirk With coal and wood and stuff to bring And ma has it down pat, Oh gee, Oh gosh, Oh golly It's Willie this, and Willie that While all sis does is play with dolly. -HILDA LOY