they are all happy thoughts.

March 26, 1925

My Darling Florence;

Why so blue, dear little girl? Why be down on the world? Why not smile and be happy? I know it may be hard to do and there may be something bark of it that makes you blue. Won’t you tell me. Is it me? I am so sorry if I have tramped on your feeling. I know I have been very busy the last few days, and I haven’t given you all the attention that I should to make you happy. I really did not mean to not phone you the other day when I got that most wonderful letter. Circumstances did not wholly give me the opportunity. I think I told you why. Please Florence, my dearest, if I have done anything to hurt you, do excuse me, won’t you?

I have but just a few minutes, but I do want to tell you that my feeling for you is all through my, even to the lowest depths. I am all yours, dear. Just all yours. Don’t worry but what I am. I may not get to see you and talk to you often. But sweetheart, if you know how much of my time was spent thinking of you, you would be very happy. And Florence, they are all happy thoughts. Never anything but the best. Those kind things you said in that letter is enough to make any boy fall in love with a sweet and dear girl like you. But fortunately I do not have to fall, I have fallen already. Long ago, Dear. Sweetheart remember those three little △ words that I have told you many times. If I did not mean it, I would not say it. But I do, Florence, with all my heart.

Florence Dear. I have been interrupted so much lately that I am not capable of thinking straight. I am not responsible. But Sweetheart, big ole Dear, I always have that feeling for you. Makes no difference how busy I do get I think of you.

But Florence my own Darling, please excuse my “foreign” actions until after Saturday. I won’t forget you, dear.

But please cheer up, you know your own little Freddie just loves you with all his heart. Oh if I could have you here and let you tell me all of your troubles and let you cry it out on my shoulder. Oh Florence how I do love you.

Your own Fred, now and always.

This not as long as I wanted it to be but just between classes, I couldn’t do much better.


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March 22 – 28, 1925

March 22

SS Riding with Fred. To see the Welchs at 2. To the Layfayette at 3 with Fred, sis and Miss Murray. Had more fun talking with some little Frenchmen in French. To Majestic at 6 with Fred. Home at 9 and had supper together. Got a special from Hop + Gosh what trouble it caused! Whew – !

March 23

School again. Found out I made 2++ on French 200, and I passed Chem. I’m so glad. Fritz came off pro[bation] too. Home + studied. Out at 4 to Fred. I do love him so in spite of his jealousy. Bruce called at nite + talked a long time. He’s cute, but I love Fred.

olive oil hair treatmentMarch 24

A week from tonite is the Junior Prom. Found out I made 2 on my History final. Thrilled to death. Put some olive oil on my hair, washed it + studied in afternoon. Bruce called, but Fred didn’t. Wonder why.

March 25

Got my grades. Made 2+ in French, 2 in Eng, 2 in History, 4 in Spanish, and 4 in Chem. Some card! Stayed for pep meeting. Back to lab – a detestable time. Home, cleaned up my room. Played solitaire. Fred called. Seems like he calls me once a year. Was so blue.

March 26

Blue as the deuce. Fritz gave me a dear note this morning. Played solitaire from 2 til 4 this afternoon. Put up my hair + studied. Aunt Minnie from California came. Talk to her then pegged away from 8-11 on history for Sat. Gosh! I’m tired. Wonder why Fred didn’t call.

March 27

Found out why Fred didn’t call last nite. he was sick. Felt pretty badly today. I had classes, then Lab. then the ball game with Bruce. Fred called and said he felt rotten. Spent evening with Mira, Bob + Aunt Minnie. Talked to Mother a long time. Oh I wish I could help Fred. Wish I could comfort + sooth him, but I can’t do much. And I’m so thankful for a mother who understands.

March 28

Classes. Fred was better. Doc Walker left a history quiz for us. he was in S.A. Got out early. Rode with Fred for a while. To the Relays with Sis + Bruce. Bruce is sweet but oh! so little compared with big ole Fred. Gee, I nearly worshipped Fred today. He didn’t compete, but oh! He knew everyone who did. He came out at 8 and later I rubbed his head + neck for him. Wish I could rub all the pain away.


March 15 – 21, 1925

March 15

Tired – Tired. Another detestable headache! To SS then for a ride with Fred. He got over his impossibility. Home and then studied. Such a day, Riding with Dot. Cussed + discussed. Saw a bad accident. Home. Fred called then I studied some more. Oh I’m so tired of it all, so blue my eyes hurt so. Great grief!

March 16

Another nite when I’m almost too tired + sick to move. Began this morning + studied from 9 on. I’ve put in over 10 hours study today. I’m so cram full I could bust. Went to town + got the material for my artists costume for the Scullions Ball Thurs nite. It’s darling. Only 3 more days. bravo!

March 17

Just too tired to write. Studied all morning – a ghastly Eng test. Studied all nite. Diary – I could scream.

March 18

Too tired again, Little Book. A ghastly History final + a killing Spic one. Studied all nite long for Chem. Only 3 hours more of this.

Diary entry 1925March 19

Chem Final. It’s all over! Fixed my costume in afternoon and at 8 went to Scullion’s Ball with Fred. Ran a splinter in my leg when coming down the slide. Hurt awfully. Had a grand time and was tired out! Home at 3:30

March 20

Slept til noon. My leg hurt awfully. To Majestic with Fritz. Guess I shouldn’t have gone. Gave me an awful headache. Intended going to the lecture, but went to bed instead.

March 21

Met Fred at 10 a.m. and we rode a little while. Tried to plan a trip to go over the Layfayette but couldn’t. To Hank’s for groceries with mother. Fred came at 5:30 to have dinner with us. I was in an abominable mood.


March 8 – March 14, 1925

March 8

Life’s beginning to pick up. To S.S. Was terribly disillusioned but went. Home to “Sackcloth + Scarlet” at the Queen with Fritz. For a ride + a long, long talk with him. I do love him so – really, Diary dear. At 8:30 the fire engines stopped in front of our house. Scared stiff. Proved to be Mrs. Green’s across the street + three houses down. A terrible fire – total loss. Excitement.

March 9

Classes. Made 48 on Chem exam! A ghastly exam + a ghastly grade. Home at 12:30. Studied Eugenie Grandet Supper, Studied Eng then Spic. Finals only 4 days off! Lord! Fred called. I’ll be darned, Diary. It’s a great life not to be sure of oneself! I guess I’m hopeless.

March 10

Classes. Home. Studied. Finished report on Eugenie Grandet. Studied French. Was just too tired to even exist. Almost fell asleep standing up.

March 11

When nite comes, I’m almost too tired to even write in you, little book. Classes then to a Chem coaching from B. F. Jay at school. From 1:30 til 5:45. So tired. Finished Mussey’s Comedy then some Spic – Heavens! These finals!

March 12

Hop sent the dearest letter to me. Calls me “Buddy” My days are spent only with books now. Short classes, then home and hit the books. Went til pretty late. I’m so tired. Fred’s even forgotten me, I think.

March 13

Life’s almost too boring. Studied all day til Dot came by to take us riding. Fred called. He’s going home between terms. Guess I ought not to mind but he surely has ruined my plans. He seems further from me than ever. I’m just bored to tears with myself + school. Darn it!

March 14

One down, Diary! Took a simple but long French exam. Studied all afternoon. Fred called. We were both impossible _ finally ended by his slamming up the receiver. Sat nite doesn’t seem right without Fred here. Everything seems lost, Diary. I love him, but I wonder if I could ever be happy with him. I wonder ~


March 1 – 7, 1925

March 1

To. S.S. A while with Fred. Home and slept. Had a dreadful sick headache. To bed at 7, had a miserable nite that somehow finally dragged by.

March 2

A holiday. Slept till 11. To town at 1, and to see “The Great Divide” at the Queen. A marvelous show. Fred came out to supper and I gave him a masonic watch chain for his birthday tomorrow. Oh, I love Fred so much!

March 3

Fred’s birthday (b. 1902)

I wonder if anyone could ever feel worse than I do. Went to Mr. Mather this morning for help. Then studied all afternoon. I can hardly write for the tears I am shedding. Oh, Dear Diary, I feel so miserable – so sick – so blue – so hopeless.

March 4

Jaws, wisdom teeth, side, eyes, head, have all screamed at me all day. Classes, Chem lab, Home + studied chem and French. Haven’t had a square meal since Saturday. I must snap out of this but I feel so miserable.

March 5

Tired – so tired. Only a few more hours before the Chem test. I’ve studied so hard for it. I know I’ll pass. Went to the dentist. He didn’t help me much. Wisdom teeth are awful! Was with mother for her sewing lesson. Bought material for a new dress – a dear. Studied til awful late. I’m so tired.

March 6

The Chem midterm! Busted it, and it made me so sick. Was a ghastly exam. To lab, nearly spilled tears all day. A confab with Nick about my exams. Rode off the effects of the exam. Got a dear, adorable special from Hop. Between Hop + Fred – great goodness!

March 7

Classes, Home + wrote 6 letters. To town at 3. Went to the Isis – “The Lady” Was quite good but I wept + wept. A date with Fred. Heavens! What a contrast! Hop’s offer to be a true buddy last nite, and Fred’s passion tonite. I wonder – wonder.


February 25 – February 28, 1925

February 25

My cow! What a day! Classes, Chem in the new building. To Labd. Home + finished my History outline, first draft. Fred came at 7 to help me type it. He loaned me his typewriter. I kept going til quarter of 2 but had to quit.

February 26

This ends my 8th day of constant study. I’m dead tired. I’ve burned nid-nite oil til it’s a crime! School – home – and studies for the Eng test tomorrow. I’m so tired!

February 27

Was anyone every quite so tired – so sick – so blue? Cut French + stayed home til 11:30 to study Eng. Had the Eng exam. went to a deadly lab, then studied at nite. Heavens’, I’m sick of it all!

February 28

Got one of the dearest letters from Hop.

One gosh-awful day. Two exams this morning. Went to town early bought material for a dress, bough some darling shoes. Felt so rotten it was a crime. To “Flaming Love” at the Isis with Fred. A marvelous date with him.

February Memoranda

Diary, the nights never come fast enough for me to write in your, then your space is so small I can’t say half I’d like to. I get such a thrill, little Blue Book – just to know you’re mine – mine!

Another month come + gone. All I can say is I’m glad I’m alive + thank goodness for Hop + Fred.


February 18 – 24, 1925

February 18

Got a letter from Harold Carter of A&M. A day of aches + pains! Gosh. Lab this afternoon. Heard we would have a French exam Fri week. Gosh, that means work. Busted the chem exam. I am so dumb. Natalie Popperman came over to stay while her folks were at church. Studied.

February 19

Classes – home – wrote letters. To gym. A marvelous time. To Auntie’s a while, home, and laid on “Eugenie Grandet” After supper, started again. Dear old Fritz called.

February 20

No chem class. Cut Eng. Quiz section and went with Fred. Lunch + tennis meeting. Chem lab. To cousin NanNan’s tea at 4. Grand time. Home + Miss Fordtran + I talked of going to Europe. Oh, I want to go worse than I’ve ever wanted to go anywhere in my life.

February 21

Classes. A History test. For gas, etc. and to Bob’s. Home. Fixed my crossword puzzle. To basketball game. Rice Vs. Baylor. Won 26-15. Home and to bed — so-so tired!

February 22

Washington’s birthday

Lord! What a day! To S.S. Home. Studied French and history all day. Fred called + broke the monotony. Started in and ok, I’m so sick of it!

February 23

Another day of study! Classes. Autry House for lunch. Rotton gym. Home and began my history report. Lord, what a job! and what a day!

February 24

It’s after 12, Diary. I’m nearly dead. After classes, I came home, washed my hair, then began. I studied til 5, then went to Jerry’s tea for Ruth Schwiekart. Home + after supper, began again. I’ll be so glad when it’s over. A test Fri in Eng + a Span + Hist test Sat + this term theme!



February 17, 1925 It seems my love for you is stronger than I am

Dearest Big Boy –

I know I ought to be studying; I also know I owe your sister and your cousin a letter as well as a dozen other people. In spite of all that, here I am writing you a note. It isn’t enough to see you nearly every day. Sat nite dates aren’t enough – oh, dear boy, I know I do things I shouldn’t. I know I’m not doing all I can to keep you the dear good boy I want; I know I slip, too, but Fred I love you. I forget all myself in the desire to give you what you want. It seems my love for you is stronger than I am, but I love you so. Oh, you can’t realize just what you mean to me. You can’t know the prayers of thankfulness that go up from my heart when I look at other boys and compare them to Fritz. You don’t know how proud I am of you when you do things worth while. How thrilled when you say “Little Darling, I want to share them with you.” Just the fact that you want me to be a partner and a pal – oh! there’s not many boys who have worthwhile things to want to share. But yours are highest honors. It’s like Ralph said – you’re looked up to by your class mates – and it’s a thrill for any girl to go with you. But I know that Fred love me.

Well, anyway, you’ve heard that a dozen times from me. Perhaps even someone else before me said the same thing. Perhaps even you asked someone else to share your honors. Only perhaps.

I’m not jealous of them, because I know that even if you did love someone else long ago – that you love me now, and the other girl holds no place in your heart, except as a memory. I know that your thoughts and your kisses are for only me, and why should I worry about the past. It is quite sufficient for me to know that Fred cares and how I return that love!

Not for gold, or for the thing girls want most – popularity – would I give you up. I’d love to have popularity and it would be nice to have oodles of claps and perhaps dates, but I shan’t even think of them, because Fred is worth more than those.

Here are the pictures I promised. They’re given with all my love.



February 11 – 17

diary entry February 1925February 11

Flat tire on car. School in Willie’s car, Lab. Home. Town. Played some ancient songs for Dad. Date with Jack. Diary, I am more thankful than ever for Fred. I think Jack + I have parted forever. I really don’t care. He finished up his debt in candy, so I am not worried. Jack bores me to tears. Just a “sitter.” He’s good looking, but oh, what devilish lies he tells! I’m glad he’s gone!

February 12

Lincoln’s Birthday

Had a history test this morning. To town to get some shoes. Didn’t succeed. Met Jack Kimple -a boy who met me before at the slime dance. He’s real cute. I get rid of one Jack and here comes another one! Studied + fooled around. A chem test tomorrow. Dear old Fred called + talked 2 minutes. Diary, I’m cutting a wisdom tooth! By heck, I’m proud of myself!

February 13

Friday 13 – Lord help us! A Chem exam this morning. Some exam! Chem lab moved from old to new building. Lots of fun with Bruce. Studied a little. To Mary Parker’s dance at her house with Fred, Field Reynaud + Sis. Good times. Jack Kimple – a boy I met at the slime dance called me, and he seems so cute! Hot dog!

February 14

Valetine Day

Classes. Home. Town in afternoon. Looked for shoes. To see The Golden Bed at Queen. A grand picture. To basketball game with Fred. My tooth ache gave me the old heck and I was so tired. Every move made me sick + faint. Went to bed half dead. Got a dear box of Mexican candy from Hop for Valentine + a dear Valentine from Fred.

February 15

Gosh! What a day! These wisdom teeth! Slept all morning and studied in afternoon. At 5 went out for Fred and rode a while. Home and washed my hair. Studied some more. Oh, I felt so rotten. Haven’t found out what’s wrong. Got a special from Hop.

February 16

Better today. Classes then a terribly strenuous workout in gym. A world of fun but so hard. Got a dear letter from Guitte + Isobel. To town with Mother. Studied – I’m so sore it’s pitiful! My poor legs!

February 17

Saw dear old Fritz this morning. Diary, he’s so precious. Had the shin splints so badly I couldn’t move. Classes. Home. Out with Sis to practice gym. We had a dumb gym and my legs are worse. Home, played + studied. Gee, but my ankles and legs hurt!!!!!!


February 4 – 10, 1925

The James Autry House at Rice University, Houston, Texas

Autry House, Houston, Texas

February 4

School wasn’t very exciting. Had lunch at the Autry House then had lab. Riding with Aunt Mildred and the kids. Home took a bath, dressed + went out to Fred’s brother’s for dinner. It wasn’t violently exciting either, but I did enjoy it. I had a world of time to think, weigh, analyze and wonder – wonder – Oh, Diary, dear, it’s no secret. I do love Fred. He’s dear and good, but oh! the other! I’m just not sure.

February 5

I’m so tired. Have an awful pain in my chest. threatens to floor me. Had only Span. (Spanish) class today + then went to inspect M.E. building (Mechanical Engineering) with Fred. Had heaps of fun! Then had more fun at Autry House for lunch. Didn’t have either energy or ambition to be any good in gym. Helped fix my dress + cut up generally. Oh, I have such a pain in my side. It hurts like the devil. Wonder what it is!

February 6

Such a perfect nite! Made to think of love not French + Ger. (German) wars! Have a Hist. exam tomorrow. Classes this morning. Tennis meeting. Home + slept off an abominable headache. Studied after supper. I’m just glad – glad to be alive – healthy, to have Mother, Dad, Sis + Fred – to have Hop and Oh! just my friends. The Slime dance is Mon nite. Boy Howdy! Bravo!

* Slimes were freshman at Rice and went through a hazing period. I found this bit on the Slime traditions from the ’30s here. 

February 7

Classes – tennis at 11:30. had a Soph con-fab then took Madge out to Heights. Home, dinner, then studied. Went to basketball game with Fred + Sis. Won 31-23. Fred wasn’t terribly well tonite. Diary, dear, there might a little doubt, but I just can’t help loving Fred with all my heart. I can’t help wanting him – really + truly!

February 8

One exciting day. To S.S. with Herbert, then riding with him in Bill Grace’s car. Home, dinner. Chasing Margie with Madge, Ruth, Flo + Babe. Got her let her go on honor. Chased some slimes, then had a flat tire. Fred came out + fixed it for us. Flo + Babe came by at nite. Oh it was all so exciting + we had more fun. Fred was so sweet about the tire. Oh, I love him so!

February 9

A day I shall never forget. Got Margie and Flo. Ruth, Madge, Babe, Sis + I all stayed at Auntie’s. Oh! Such mystery and such excitement. Fooled around all day, then dressed + went to Slime Dance at 9. Got Margie in OK and she was cute. Went in Kenneth Nairn’s car. Oh I love to dance with him! He’s so dear! To pig stand at 12. I had a real good time on a crowded floor + aching feet + some rotten dancers!

February 10

The day after the nite before. Oh I was dead. Up in time for an 8:30 class. Home + to sleep at 12. Woke up at 5. Had supper + talked to Fred + studied. All I have thought of today has been how thankful I am that Fred is not a boy who drinks. My dances last night were dumb, but oh! the drunks out there. I couldn’t seem to get away from them. I’m so glad and thankful for Fred. My love is so much deeper now.