Monday, January 29 – 99
Shingles don’t bother me any more now. My skin is rather tender and my back aches if I get tired but in other respects I am all well and ready for the “next”.
I’m really going to have quite a vacation during the Midyear season. Exams begin Wednesday the first and last until Saturday the 11 – which is to be a holiday. Now I have a laboratory test in Chemistry IV the first morning and then nothing until Economics the last Friday morning! To be sure I have that Chemistry paper to make up but that won’t take all my time. So I have got lots of little old jobs planned: going to write class letter, shampoo, shine up my tea kettle, do some mending, make the front to my silk waist*, read and have a very nice time generally. It is the Season of the Grand Opera and I am crazy to go at least once. I want to go to hear “Siegfried” next Wednesday but am not sure whether I shall or not. I haven’t been to see or hear anything for over two months now and think it will be a good chance to go when I haven’t any work on hand. Mansfield is coming to play “Cyrano” next week and Julia Arthur is there now but she only plays “Lady of Quality” as matinee and I don’t care specially about that.
You know I expected to have a final paper in Chemistry 8 but we are not to have one and we don’t know what we are to have. Dr. Roberts is so original. She always has a new way of conducting a class. Now she tells us that she wants a biographical review of all the principle men concerned in Theoretical Chemistry and she wants it as an informal discussion, not as a written examination. So she has told us all to come to her room next Tuesday evening – the night before the Chemistry exam. We don’t know just what to expect but I don’t think she will question us more than an hour or so and then serve tea or something. One of the girls suggested that she might place some man’s name in our books and let us find out whom we represented. That game is lots of fun I think and I wish she would do that. I know we shall have a lovely time if we only know about all the men – and there are 75 of them or less. I have got that to study for tomorrow as well as a review in Chemistry 4 covering all the ground we have gone over this year. So Tuesday I shall have this review in Chem 4 – besides Logic, Mathematics & Economics – the biographical social in evening – laboratory exam – working with a grand unknown Wednesday morning and then a little holiday.
My black waist* has come at last – came last Tuesday – and it is very pretty but alas, it doesn’t fit at all!!! The yoke sets horribly, sleeves are too big etc. But the yoke is the worst. Collar must be taken off – shoulder seams ripped etc, & whole thing cut out. The back blouses just the way I hate to have it do. Tell me of the bill she sent you. I just must give up trying to make ivy grow in my room this winter. That was a lovely slip you sent but it died within a week. You see the sudden change in temperature is too much for them as the room is cold all night and hot all day.
Have been reading “Penelope’s Progress” & “Jungle Book” today. Alice left Sunday morning. She gave me a lovely bunch of violets as a parting gift. Goodbye – best of love to you all & don’t work too hard.
Mabel L. Bishop
*waist – is a common 19th century term used throughout the Edwardian and Victorian period to describe the bodice of a dress, a blouse or a woman’s shirt. It was exquisitely designed and usually worn with a fairly plain long skirt.
Letters were made available courtesy of Wellesley College Archives.
Transcribed and footnotes added by Heddy Panik.