October 20, 1956

Dear Thom,

It is another dod gam football weekend here.  I have just gotten over an attack of cold
germs, and the weather here is cold, damp, moist, sloppy, and downright detestable.
The girls are not discernible, and life in general is hell.  Outside of the above-mentioned
problems, all is well.

To keep up with my studies, I have taken to rising at 5 A.M.  This unnerves my roommates
no end, but it can't be helped.  The very fact that you are reading this letter is a proof that I
finally caught up on my studies enough to write it.

M.J. has been coming down for the last two home games, but, since no females are
allowed in our hall, she hasn't given me much trouble.  However, she besieges poor F.
in his little room and is driving him nutz.  F. was trapped into taking her to the "Victory?"
dance last week, and things went normally.  F. was P.O.'d.

Your friend and mine, D.P., came down here a few weeks ago looking like the little man
who built his house on sand.  He and C. are theoretically on the mend (she came with him,
if that's worth anything), but I can see a schism coming.  The Goulder noticed D's
precarious position too, and he commented at great length on it.

I saw "War and Peace" last Tuesday.  My only comment is that there was  more "Piece"
than War.   Audrey was very good as usual.

I wrote to "Wild" D.J., and he reports that all is well with the St. Mary's boys.  He is
threatening to send you a letter, but don't let it worry you.  G. also vows he will send you
a letter.  Don't hold your breath until it comes.........you know the Goulder.

I met a fellow here from New Jersey, near Princeton, named J.T., he tells me that all
his friends went to Dartmouth and that the hazing is fairly hard.  He said that in the
middle of winter the Dartmouth fellows would come home for a weekend, run around
in their T-shirts and complain about the hot weather.

Chess move:  KN - KB3

Yours truly,

Bob-o