Daddy Long Legs

Goodbye, Daddy. I must call on Harriet Martin now, and, having

discussed the chemical situation, casually drop a few thoughts on the

subject of our next president.

Yours in politics,

J. Abbott

17th October

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Supposing the swimming tank in the gymnasium were filled full of lemon

jelly, could a person trying to swim manage to keep on top or would he

sink?

We were having lemon jelly for dessert when the question came up. We

discussed it heatedly for half an hour and it's still unsettled.

Sallie thinks that she could swim in it, but I am perfectly sure that

the best swimmer in the world would sink. Wouldn't it be funny to be

drowned in lemon jelly?

Two other problems are engaging the attention of our table.

1st. What shape are the rooms in an octagon house? Some of the girls

insist that they're square; but I think they'd have to be shaped like a

piece of pie. Don't you?

2nd. Suppose there were a great big hollow sphere made of

looking-glass and you were sitting inside. Where would it stop

reflecting your face and begin reflecting your back? The more one

thinks about this problem, the more puzzling it becomes. You can see

with what deep philosophical reflection we engage our leisure!

Did I ever tell you about the election? It happened three weeks ago,

but so fast do we live, that three weeks is ancient history. Sallie

was elected, and we had a torchlight parade with transparencies saying,

'McBride for Ever,' and a band consisting of fourteen pieces (three

mouth organs and eleven combs).

We're very important persons now in '258.' Julia and I come in for a

great deal of reflected glory. It's quite a social strain to be living

in the same house with a president.

Bonne nuit, cher Daddy.

Acceptez mez compliments,

Tres respectueux,

je suis,

Votre Judy

12th November

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

We beat the Freshmen at basket ball yesterday. Of course we're

pleased--but oh, if we could only beat the juniors! I'd be willing to

be black and blue all over and stay in bed a week in a witch-hazel

compress.

Sallie has invited me to spend the Christmas vacation with her. She

lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. Wasn't it nice of her? I shall

love to go. I've never been in a private family in my life, except at

Lock Willow, and the Semples were grown-up and old and don't count.

But the McBrides have a houseful of children (anyway two or three) and

a mother and father and grandmother, and an Angora cat. It's a

perfectly complete family! Packing your trunk and going away is more

fun than staying behind. I am terribly excited at the prospect.