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

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LUPINE LEAFLET The Senior Float

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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 47 Secrets of Seniors U U U Joyce Garrett January 1-Dear diary, I have promised to confide in you daily-even when I return to school. You shall be the recipient of all my outbursts of pain, hunger, fear, and rage, and their effects upon my system. Woe is mel School in two days. January 4- Blue and broken-hearted -that's me. l've been at W. C. since yes- terday and haven't received one letter. January 6-Jack writes the cutest letters. I've put his picture up again. January 13--This is an unlucky day for me. I have discovered that Jack writes to that awful, frowsy Jean Harris. His picture is down, and his name is mud! I will write to Hal to-night. I have just put his picture up again. - January January January January February I am becoming horribly sentimental. She doesn't appreciate my aesthetic nature. February S-A boy from home came to-day! I have been swamped with visitors this afternoon. The next time a box arrives, I shall issue invitations and have a reception. The inmates ,of this institution are marvels when it comes to discovering the where- abouts of food. February 15-Shades of Allah! Having just been removed from the infirmary after ten days of illness, I hereby swear to abstain from pickles and sardines. February 20--W-allace Ried is dead! Grace and I attended his funeral by proxy. February 23-Jack sent a long epistle swearing his love for me and begging me him and forgive him. I remain firm, however. 1-Grace and I discovered a hidden door in the attic to-day. Rooming on as dull as it seemed at first. to write to March fourth isn't March frightening March March March my hair. March March March 20-EXHIIIS are over! 22-Rain. 23-See January 22. 24-Ditto. 2-I dreamed that Hal and Jack fought a duel over me. Grace says that 5-Grace and I received two demerits for prowling through the attic and the faculty. . 12-Shall I bob my hair? 14-I wonder how Hal would like my hair bobbed? 16-Jack said to me once that he wouldn't speak to me again if I bobbed 19 26 28 I've decided not to cut my hair off-Mother and.Dad might object. -A glorious spring day. I know that Jack likes me instead of Jean. -What has come over me? Miss Ellis said I was developing the habit of day-dreaming. Grace says I am becoming disgustingly sentimental, and this after- noon I put on one gray stocking and one black one, and didn't notice the difference April April April April April 1 5 Fools' day-I put Jack's picture up again, Fifty-eight more days. 11-Fifty-two more days. 20 -Forty-th ree more days. 25--Nearly asphyxiated in the laboratory this afternoon. 28-Received one demerit for tardiness at meals. May 2-Each day is a little harder and a lot longer. Hal sent me a lovely box of chocolates, but as usual, the visitors flocked there are only a few pieces left. -I had my picture taken last week. I hope Jack likes the one that I am April May 6- like ants, so May 11 sending him. May 20 -Eleven more days.