Yours always, Judy
PS. I am sending a slight token, too. Do you think you would like her if you knew her?
11th January
I meant to write to you from the city, Daddy, but New York is an engrossing place.
I had an interesting--and illuminating--time, but I"m glad I don"t belong to such a family! I should truly rather have the John Grier Home for a background. Whatever the drawbacks of my bringing up, there was at least no pretence about it. I know now what people mean when they say they are weighed down by Things. The material atmosphere of that house was crushing; I didn"t draw a deep breath until I was on an express train coming back. All the furniture was carved and upholstered and gorgeous; the people I met were beautifully dressed and low-voiced and well-bred, but it"s the truth, Daddy, I never heard one word of real talk from the time we arrived until we left. I don"t think an idea ever entered the front door.
Mrs. Pendleton never thinks of anything but jewels and dressmakers and social engagements. She did seem a different kind of mother from Mrs.
McBride! If I ever marry and have a family, I"m going to make them as exactly like the McBrides as I can. Not for all the money in the world would I ever let any children of mine develop into Pendletons. Maybe it isn"t polite to criticize people you"ve been visiting? If it isn"t, please excuse. This is very confidential, between you and me.
I only saw Master Jervie once when he called at tea time, and then I didn"t have a chance to speak to him alone. It was really disappointing after our nice time last summer. I don"t think he cares much for his relatives--and I am sure they don"t care much for him!
Julia"s mother says he"s unbalanced. He"s a Socialist--except, thank Heaven, he doesn"t let his hair grow and wear red ties. She can"t imagine where he picked up his queer ideas; the family have been Church of England for generations. He throws away his money on every sort of crazy reform, instead of spending it on such sensible things as yachts and automobiles and polo ponies. He does buy candy with it though! He sent Julia and me each a box for Christmas.
You know, I think I"ll be a Socialist, too. You wouldn"t mind, would you, Daddy? They"re quite different from Anarchists; they don"t believe in blowing people up. Probably I am one by rights; I belong to the proletariat. I haven"t determined yet just which kind I am going to be. I will look into the subject over Sunday, and declare my principles in my next.
I"ve seen loads of theatres and hotels and beautiful houses. My mind is a confused jumble of onyx and gilding and mosaic floors and palms.
I"m still pretty breathless but I am glad to get back to college and my books--I believe that I really am a student; this atmosphere of academic calm I find more bracing than New York. College is a very satisfying sort of life; the books and study and regular cla.s.ses keep you alive mentally, and then when your mind gets tired, you have the gymnasium and outdoor athletics, and always plenty of congenial friends who are thinking about the same things you are. We spend a whole evening in nothing but talk--talk--talk--and go to bed with a very uplifted feeling, as though we had settled permanently some pressing world problems. And filling in every crevice, there is always such a lot of nonsense--just silly jokes about the little things that come up but very satisfying. We do appreciate our own witticisms!
It isn"t the great big pleasures that count the most; it"s making a great deal out of the little ones--I"ve discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be for ever regretting the past, or antic.i.p.ating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant. It"s like farming. You can have extensive farming and intensive farming; well, I am going to have intensive living after this. I"m going to enjoy every second, and I"m going to KNOW I"m enjoying it while I"m enjoying it. Most people don"t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are pa.s.sing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn"t make any difference whether they"ve reached the goal or not. I"ve decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lot of little happinesses, even if I never become a Great Author.
Did you ever know such a philosopheress as I am developing into?
Yours ever, Judy
PS. It"s raining cats and dogs tonight. Two puppies and a kitten have just landed on the window-sill.
Dear Comrade,
Hooray! I"m a Fabian.
That"s a Socialist who"s willing to wait. We don"t want the social revolution to come tomorrow morning; it would be too upsetting. We want it to come very gradually in the distant future, when we shall all be prepared and able to sustain the shock.
In the meantime, we must be getting ready, by inst.i.tuting industrial, educational and orphan asylum reforms.
Yours, with fraternal love, Judy
Monday, 3rd hour
11th February Dear D.-L.-L.,
Don"t be insulted because this is so short. It isn"t a letter; it"s just a LINE to say that I"m going to write a letter pretty soon when examinations are over. It is not only necessary that I pa.s.s, but pa.s.s WELL. I have a scholarship to live up to.
Yours, studying hard, J. A.
5th March
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
President Cuyler made a speech this evening about the modern generation being flippant and superficial. He says that we are losing the old ideals of earnest endeavour and true scholarship; and particularly is this falling-off noticeable in our disrespectful att.i.tude towards organized authority. We no longer pay a seemly deference to our superiors.
I came away from chapel very sober.
Am I too familiar, Daddy? Ought I to treat you with more dignity and aloofness?--Yes, I"m sure I ought. I"ll begin again.
My Dear Mr. Smith,
You will be pleased to hear that I pa.s.sed successfully my mid-year examinations, and am now commencing work in the new semester. I am leaving chemistry--having completed the course in qualitative a.n.a.lysis--and am entering upon the study of biology. I approach this subject with some hesitation, as I understand that we dissect angleworms and frogs.
An extremely interesting and valuable lecture was given in the chapel last week upon Roman Remains in Southern France. I have never listened to a more illuminating exposition of the subject.
We are reading Wordsworth"s Tintern Abbey in connection with our course in English Literature. What an exquisite work it is, and how adequately it embodies his conceptions of Pantheism! The Romantic movement of the early part of the last century, exemplified in the works of such poets as Sh.e.l.ley, Byron, Keats, and Wordsworth, appeals to me very much more than the Cla.s.sical period that preceded it.
Speaking of poetry, have you ever read that charming little thing of Tennyson"s called Locksley Hall?
I am attending gymnasium very regularly of late. A proctor system has been devised, and failure to comply with the rules causes a great deal of inconvenience. The gymnasium is equipped with a very beautiful swimming tank of cement and marble, the gift of a former graduate. My room-mate, Miss McBride, has given me her bathing-suit (it shrank so that she can no longer wear it) and I am about to begin swimming lessons.
We had delicious pink ice-cream for dessert last night. Only vegetable dyes are used in colouring the food. The college is very much opposed, both from aesthetic and hygienic motives, to the use of aniline dyes.
The weather of late has been ideal--bright sunshine and clouds interspersed with a few welcome snow-storms. I and my companions have enjoyed our walks to and from cla.s.ses--particularly from.
Trusting, my dear Mr. Smith, that this will find you in your usual good health,
I remain, Most cordially yours, Jerusha Abbott
24th April
Dear Daddy,
Spring has come again! You should see how lovely the campus is. I think you might come and look at it for yourself. Master Jervie dropped in again last Friday--but he chose a most unpropitious time, for Sallie and Julia and I were just running to catch a train. And where do you think we were going? To Princeton, to attend a dance and a ball game, if you please! I didn"t ask you if I might go, because I had a feeling that your secretary would say no. But it was entirely regular; we had leave-of-absence from college, and Mrs. McBride chaperoned us. We had a charming time--but I shall have to omit details; they are too many and complicated.
Sat.u.r.day