21 Cortleigh Blvd.
Feb. 28, 195 †
I am sorry that I didn't hear your voice Monday morning. Either I was nodding or listening to the raucous shrieks of the crows now assembling in the Mowbray elms confound them. You find the infernal noise attractive. I find it damnable. Had I been upstairs I certainly would have been charmed by the sounds coming from Concord (sweet word) and would have been reminded of the song of the 'cuckoo trilling from the far-off Hebrides.'
Mrs Rouillard telephoned yesterday to say that she had lunch with you, and Margaret Bateman telephoned to give the address of Miss Edith Stedman if you wish to get in touch with her Radcliffe, Cambridge 38, Telephone no. Kirkland 7-4600 if you make an appointment. Pash came over last night to discuss the sale of the house and the securing of an apt, probably in April. And tonight there's a party in the living room when I abscond to the monthly dinner and meeting of the Arts & Letters Club. The members are as follows mother, Pash, Peggy, Floss, Marion and Muriel. It is mainly for Muriel. Canasta (most trivial, most unutterable game) is going to occupy four hours.
If you see Miss de Banke, tell her we are enjoying her book immensely. I should introduce it to students. It is a mine of information and beautifully written. I shall ask Peggy to order it for Vic Library.
I am enclosing a letter, and two buttons for your coat.
Ruth is working hard at the essays and constantly telling me how many hours she's putting in and how she goes over the schedule of lectures. She doesn't look too well and I said 'why did you lecture for 2 1/2 hrs when two is the minimum at the session?' Her answer is 'The students need it.' 'Like the dickens.' I replied in the classical translation of Horace or Macaulay (without the translation). I tend to become profane at times when silly remarks are sent off crackling on the February atmosphere.