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I felt like little Nell – one weekend a
year the pledges and new initiates take
over the house, while "us" who live here
go to the dorms. 'Twas a miserable day
though and we didn't feel like being
dispossessed at all. At around 4:00 P.M.
Kay, Lou, Janet and I went to the Lodge
for hamburgers and coffee. Downtown I bought
a pair of hauraches (nonrationed shoes)
and feel happy about the whole thing.
We all reunited at the Wigwam and admitted
that we missed each other – all fifteen
of us. I trekked over to the practice
house to spend the night with Danny,
and chatted with Muriel Koch and
Floppy Pettigrew – even playing honeymoon
bridge. I slept in the attic, hemmed in
by trunks with a pair of roller skates
hanging over the bed.
I got a letter from Allen Fischwenger and
a card from Jimmy Mooney – nice boys.