Westmoorland College - Lupine Leaflet Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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LUPINE LEAFLET 45 Among Ourselves Dad's Letter Ethel Orrell Bunkum Center, Sept. 20, 1922. Dear Daughter: You have been there at that Westmoorland College about two weeks now, and I imagine the home sickness is breaking out on you pretty thick by this time, but don't let it get the best of you and come piking home, for remember I have sent you to col- lege to try to make something out of you. Above all I don't want book learnin' to make a fool of you. Try to cultivate and improve on what common sense the Lord gave you so as you won't be ashamed of your old dad what don't wear a Jelly Bean hair cut and peg leg breeches. ln reference to the funds will say that I can't send as much as you asked forg how- ever, I am enclosing a dark blue money order for two dollars and thirty cents. lt is on Sears-Robuck for that hat your mother sent back Xmas. Please keep this in mind that I am making a great many sacrifices to keep you in school, and I don't want you to think that your sole object is to spend money and wear the loudest styles of raiment. Let me insist that you let your hair grow outg if the Lord had intended that you wear bristles, HE would have put them on. Don't try to improve on the plan of the Almighty, he did the best by you he could with the material he had, and the more you monkey with his business, the worse you make it. There may be some people the style is becoming to, but you are not one of them. Last Friday night there was an exhibition down at the school house, and your brother Jack recited The Charge of the Light Brigade , in a voice that sounded like a cross between a steam engine and a dog fight, nevertheless he received many congratu- lations, and his mother was mighty proud of him. That old speckled hen, that ain't layed an egg since the woods were burned, is trying to set again. Blast her old feathers! She's got a pile of rocks under her this time trying to hatch a gravel bed, I reckon. Old Fido has six new pups. When they get their eyes open, I will send you the money to come home, bein' as you always was fond of pups. Your mother sends her love, she still thinks that you are the most brilliant specimen of God's handiwork, on the face of the earth. I love you and all that-and I wouldn't take a million for you, but I wouldn't give a ten cent bill for another one just like you. Affectionately, YOUR DAD.

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LUPINE LEAFLET Our class have wandered, far and wide From our alma mater dearg Two live in California Gladys B. Terrell and Mamie N. Burney, The West girls, and I are here. Yetta Lay, who was our Brightest Star, ls out in Arizonay. Some are teachers, some just wivesg Some think they are quite tony. Dear Alma Mater, we are proud of youg There rise to praise your name, Singers, readers, speakers, teachers, Nlusicians who've won fame In the musical world alone. Josie Flannery, Annie Wicks, Hazel Cain, Ethel Carrol, Pearl Johnston, Mary McKenzie, a dozen more- Have brought Westmoorland fame. Only an old-fashioned picture, But my love is as strong, l know, As it was for my dear, old college So many years ago. With love and best wishes for Westmoorland. BERNICE KENDALL LEAI 0:1122 QPGKJGYPVJGQ'

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LUPINE LEAFLET The Senior Float