March 1, 1897

Mar 1, 1897, [postmark]
Dear Thomas,
How is school? And the cats? I suppose you had a fine time with Monday as a holiday. But alas we need days of rest more than you little kids do and all the holidays this year come either on Sunday or Monday, so we don’t get any of them. The seniors felt that they needed a little rest and so reminded the Academic Council of the fact that we get no holidays this year and petitioned for a holiday, suggesting March 4 as a good day for the purpose. And strange to relate, the Council thought the same as the seniors and have given us a holiday!!! It is to March 6 instead of March 4 though so that the girls who live near could go home over Sunday and give us all a rest from Friday night to Monday night. Isn’t it lovely? Saturday is such a nice day for me too. Besides my regular recitations, I have a paper due on that day and now it won’t be due until the next Wednesday. Then this is the week I am going home with Grace to spend Sunday. Now we can go Friday. Oh, by the way, don’t be worried if you don’t receive a letter from me next Monday night. Although I shall probably write next Sunday, I probably couldn’t post it so that you would get it at the usual time as Lexington is the other side of Boston, you know. So don’t be worried but remember that I am all right and am having a little rest. Our vacation is from March 24 – April 6 only 10 days. When is Elsie’s and yours? I shall probably leave here on four express from Boston same as I did last year at Christmas and go to Farmington and Harry could meet me couldn’t he? What do you think about the scheme? Or should I stay with Aunt Linda again?
Saw Mr. Frankhausen Wednesday as planned. Afraid he didn’t have a very good time as I felt stupid. I have two recitations usually Wednesday afternoon. You said he would come at one but as he didn’t come by 2:25 when my first recitation came. I thought probably something had happened that he wasn’t coming and so I went to my class. He came during the period and had to wait about 20 minutes for me. But as he had plenty of time to spare it didn’t make much difference. Then I cut my next recitation (’twas only a lecture and I could get the notes from another girl) and showed him the sights of Wellesley. He was properly pleased with them and admired them sufficiently. It seemed good to see someone from home who could tell me about things there. Please tell me all he said about his visit & me. Glee Club Concert was Monday night. The tickets were sold out before the juniors were through buying so of course I didn’t get one, but I didn’t care as I knew there were often “last chances” to buy tickets at the door at reduced prices. So I had a nice time. Went up in the Gym and danced until it was time for concert to begin. Then went to center and watched the girls with young men etc. and finally went and stood by the chapel door and saw the Glee and Mandolin Girls go back and forth. We didn’t hear much of the music on the first part of programme but heard all the last part as the large doors were finally opened as everything sounded better when they were open. Then we saw and heard it all though it got rather monotonous standing so long. But I had rather go to Glee Club Concert that way than pay $.50 for a seat etc. Monday afternoon Agatha Soura and Marian Whitehouse gave a party in honor of a friend who was staying with them. We had an observation party beside playing other games and had fine time. Elegant refreshments. Sandwiches, olives, candy, tutti frutti , and finally bonbons with caps to wear.
Agora open meeting was last night. Represented Senate Discussion on Cuban Question. Sent you a progamme. All the girls 31 in all took some part more or less important ranging from the presentation of bills by saying, “Mr. President” to the more elaborate speeches. Each girl represented a senator and took him off in her speech. The morning business was great sport and was taken verbatim from one of the late Congressional Records which are sent regularly to the Agora. The whole thing was a success and also true to life as some of our outside guests who were authorities told us. I was a page* and trotted around, opened and shut windows, carried bills to the Secretary, carried important notes from one Senator to another, dragged in tardy Senators to the roll call and performed the other manifold duties of a page. Last Saturday I made a bad recitation in Math and last Wednesday such a brilliant one that everyone even Miss Chandler was astonished. Just hear what I did. At beginning of class she asked how many had done a certain example. Only a few hands, mine among them, went up. So she sent me to the board to do it. When she asked how many had done another example and as no one had done, she started to do it on the board asking the girls to tell her each successive step. I was busy at the board and she wanted me to see how ’twas done so she said “You may leave that work now Miss Bishop and listen to the discussion.” Oh didn’t I feel big when I replied “I have done that one too, Miss Chandler.” Everyone was astonished, and I knew Miss Chandler was because I am usually so stupid. Then when I answered another question that had passed several girls I could feel myself expand. ‘Twas a red letter day for me for remember I don’t usually do such things. Well I must close as I have written several letters and my hand is tired. I know that it is written terribly, but really it does take altogether too much of my valuable time to write slower. Please excuse it.

Lovingly,
Mabel

*page – a person called upon to do errands, carry messages, etc.

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Transcribed and footnotes added by Heddy Panik.
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