Also history of the whole world.
Also plays of William Shakespeare.
Also French.
If this keeps up many years longer, I shall become quite
intelligent.
I should rather have elected economics than French, but I didn’t
dare, because I was afraid that unless I reëlected French, the
Professor would not let me pass--as it was, I just managed to
squeeze through the June examination. But I will say that my
high-school preparation was not very adequate.
There’s one girl in the class who chatters away in French as fast
as she does in English. She went abroad with her parents when she
was a child, and spent three years in a convent school. You can
imagine how bright she is compared with the rest of us--irregular
verbs are mere playthings. I wish my parents had chucked me into a
French convent when I was little instead of a foundling asylum. Oh,
no, I don’t either! Because then maybe I should never have known
you. I’d rather know you than French.
Good-by, Daddy. I must call on Harriet Martin now, and, having
discussed the chemical situation, casually drop a few thoughts on
the subject of our next president.
Yours in politics,