I haven't a drop of ink and I must write about last week's doings and I'll just use a pencil. We were to give a recital at the auditorium Friday evening ("we" means the chorus) and we had to practice every day last week. Thursday afternoon we went down to the auditorium and gave a rehearsal. It turned cold while we were there and we nearly froze coming home. Mr. Mitchell's fiancee (a pretty young lady from Terre Haute) came Friday afternoon. Result: the prof was the last one to arrive at the auditorium in the evening. (It was a lovely moonlit night). We had an awful crowd. Don't think I ever saw the auditorium so full. Mr. Mitchell said we did fine and so did those present.
Saturday afternoon we celebrated Virginia's seventeenth birthday which came yesterday. Of course we had a perfectly swell time. For souvenirs we had little sachets. Mine is lavender. I am wearing it now. Yesterday afternoon we went out to Mutrix's.
Last Tuesday there was an electric storm and only Paul Breuchaud and I were at the Young People's Meeting. He talked too.
Virginia Breuchaud's 16th Birthday (1913)
Muryl, Frances B., Irene Gerke, Virginia B., Ina Maynard, Blanche Baumberger
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