Tonight was spent over at the library reading Charles Lamb and something about 17th century American architecture.  Then Martha, Sul, and I walked through the snow to Lesser when we had a coke  and accomplished nothing intellectual.  At this time of year, the meals, the faces, the very walls seem to be a little too familiar, especially when the meat isn't even identifiable.  It might be lamb and it might be steak.

13 February 1940

Yesterday coming fresh from swimming looking like death warmed over with stringy wet hair gently freezing, and absolutely minus lipstick, I met Harry [Jackson].  He appeared startled, and I can't say I blame him.

2 March 1940

Just finished an all-college week-end.  Friday night was swimming meet, surprisingly  fun, but wet, as one half expected.  Drummie was elected C.G.A. pres. For next year, for which thing people should rejoice - she is most capable.  Saturday decorated all day for Cabaret and practiced all afternoon on our skit, a brutal end quote take-off on Professor Brown's May Play.  Virginia Kahl and I wrote heroic couplets for the narrator, besides being co-March Queens.  We gave it three times to a packed student's parlor, and then collapsed.

13 April 1940

Tonight was Freshman Rally. Oh sentimental memories of 1937, and the Beecher Family, and new yellow class jackets, and 1938 with much razzing and noise on our part, and '39 with slight superiority - and now it's all gone.  Ann and I didn't bother to sit with the seniors, sitting in back slightly disturbed by the noise and confusing  of frosh versus soph. As for the actual Rally, it was so dead that we left after the first scene.

29 April 1940

One really doesn't know what its like to be tired until one's experienced the first day of hat hunt.  The hall was bedlam last night - we had a Junior-Senior spread in Sul's room, and everything was rather rosy because Chan and Chris had plied me with four beers.  At 5:30 we rose darkly from our sundry resting places (wherever we happened to fall) and saw the start of Hat Hunt, with a splendid hunch.  They should be able to find it soon.

1 May 1940

Today is May 1, and outside, it's snowing.  But its only nine in the morning, so maybe by night, such phenomena will stop... The Poor Hat Hunters are awfully discouraged with this weather, and everyone looks most bedraggled.

2 May 1940

Still snowing - perhaps the sun is cooling off - Ann's theory.  The Hat Hunters are having a wet and muddy time on back campus...

9 May 1940

Spring is really here - the river is perfect for rowing, very misty and greenish grey... We just heard a news report that there's been an air battle over Amsterdam - the poor Dutch, poor Europe.  Thank goodness we're still concerned with trivial unimportant things like getting jobs and who is to give the Toast to the Mothers at the banquet.