March came in like the traditional lion and we woke up looking and acting like bulging icicles—and froze all day.

Classes were uneventful—I was slightly befogged by Marketing and hedging problems—and spent the afternoon working time and studying some before doing Colonial Echo work for an hour.

Tonight we went to chapel and then began an evening of Treasury and Accounting work. –inbetween planning for Friday’s tea.

Ray wrote me and called—is coming in tomorrow night.

Classes as usual with the Flat Hat coming out—and us beaming over our ads. Cary and I went downtown to buy refreshments for the initiates’ tea. –and I got the bank statement to finish the Treasury report.

Midge and I supervised at the Red Cross Room for an hour tonight and then I dressed for a date with Ray—we danced at the Lodge as usual and had a soda in the Coffee Shoppe. He seems awfully nice.

An air mail from Bill Boyd—in San Antonio, Texas. Doggone! Why so far? He wants to be a bombardier—I hope he gets it.

Mail from Colby and candy from Dad.

This afternoon was the KΔ tea and so most of the day was spent in preparing for it. Janet and I lugged cups and saucers to the house from Barrett and then Midge and I trekked to the Lodge for two enormous sheet cakes which we handled with difficulty but finally managed to bring safely home—The tea went very nicely and the housemothers, sorority girls and [illegible] seemed properly pleased.

Afterwards we all sat in the living room and had coffee and cake which we bought from the sorority.

A gang of us went to see the college play “Tartuffe” —good - and well acted—but a poor selection.

Classes as usual—and then I took the cake pans back to the Lodge before finishing up the Treasury report and making up this month’s statements.

This afternoon the KΔs played the Thetas basketball and lost though it was a good game and well played.

Ray called for me at six, and we went to the Lodge for claret and chicken dinner before seeing “Madame Curie”, a magnificent movie with Greer Garson and Walter Pidgeon. We had fun but he’s verging near enough to thirty to make it better that I don’t date him much, if any, anymore.

Boxes from home!

We slept late—getting up to eat a daring breakfast of kippered herring, before giving the room the thorough cleaning it needed, now that the system of House Committee inspector has started.

We ate our traditional chicken dinner in the Cafeteria and then spent the afternoon writing letters and having an impromptu tea in the living room featuring canapes of caviar - ham spread and cheese. It was fun and gave us all a chance to be together.

Loren called Becky from Washington—he’s coming down tomorrow. She’s so happy.

A big day in the KΔ house—as Loren came—and as Midge heard from Ward for the first time in several months.

This afternoon I tried to study for my Marketing exam but knitted most of the time instead. Mom Brennan sent me wool, life savers from Bill, and a sweet note.

We had song practice and after supper a W.S.C.G.A. and sorority meeting.

Everything’s gone wrong in hilarious fashion. The Phi Mus are giving a tea tomorrow but Beth went today

KΔ was the first to go 100% for the Red Cross

Today was rather blah and unattractive—as it rained and blew with a big ole wind, and as I studied for tomorrow’s Marketing exam. – realizing the tricky sort of thing which Haines delights in asking.

A letter from Danny!

Haines’ exam was as expected—we all cussed a little and felt the better for it. – Dr. Falten gave us our Psych. tests back and both Beth and I got B- on ours. – really an improvement since we usually start off a term with a C under him.

Ed, who was down to see Midge last week, wrote and planned a beautiful tripledate for Midge, Cary and me during spring vacation. My “date” is 6’2”— Irish -voted Most Friendly in Class: He sounds nice—it’s happened so quickly I scarce believe it. It worked before, though

We went to Chapel.

A lovely day – beginning with a A- on my last Money and Banking exam–and a really potent letter from Bill Boyd. He is so very swell! And I beam. Then, Bill Brennan wrote me the usual (he hopes to come home the weekend I’m there for spring vacation.), as life can be wonderful.

This afternoon I was guinea pig for an emotion experiment in Psych. Lab-based on a written test we took several weeks ago - I wonder about my hypnotic suggestibility.

Tonight I did Accounting & supervised at Red Cross again, though there were only 2 others there.

I was surprised, but pleased when Haines gave me 94’ on the other days marketing exam-I can’t get over it.

This afternoon we rolled bandages and studied some with time out for a Council meeting.

Tonight on the spur of the moment, Beth and I went to the movies and saw “Desert Song” - it was quite good!

Mother writes that Bill Brennan is coming home for Easter. It would be nice if their reports were true.

Ray called and wanted me to go out, but I couldn’t.

A lovely day! At first I sort of drooped around peplessly accomplishing things-fixing my watch- buying clothes and a file for the KD receipts, etc.

This afternoon the KDs lost basketball game to the Chi Os. It was well-played though – I score kept.

Tonight Cary, Beth, Elaine, Lou, and I bought cokes and finally used the ‘medicinal purposes” mixture. We felt daring – it tasted wonderful and we really enjoyed it – Then Cary, Janet and I went down to the Methodist Church and wore ourselves out over the Virginia Reel and square dances. I met and talked with a lot of grand people and had a gay time.

A nice enough day! We sleepily shook our heads and decided to go church after all – inspite of the drizzle. We arrived late – and didn’t manage to get any religion in our souls. It was an attempt anyhoo.

After dinner I wrote a whole pile of letters and then the Council gave a War Work gettogether. We finished two scrapbooks of cartoons to send war veterans in hospitals. – sipped gingerale and chatted with two nurses.

Monday! Classes went as usual and then Lou Kay and I ate in the cafeteria before Lou and I sold stamps in the Wigwam for an hour.

This afternoon the song practice was made noteworthy by the Council, garbed in plaid shirts and blue jeans and barefoot – who sang hillbilly songs.

W. S. C. G. A and sorority meeting.

Kenny, a real nice sailor I met at the Methodist Church called and wanted me to go out tonight – I have a date with him tomorrow night

Eddie Damm wrote a postcard from somewhere in the Pacific.

A hodge podge of a day with studying for Psychology inbetween classes.

At six this evening, Tom – Kenny’s friend, whom I had also met Saturday called to say Kenny had a watch and couldn’t get in. After two more calls he finally ditched his watch on someone else and came on in. To make a complicated story short – Kenny, Tom, Bill Turner, Cary and I went down to Chowning’s – had some beer (unaccustomed as I am) and sang around the table. It was fun and a very good time was had by all.

Mail from Jonnie and home, a box from Dad!

The usual Foltin test – and the scurrying around to compile a list of Post War products for Marketing.

This afternoon, Cary and I sat in the back yard and managed to get the season’s first faint tinge of suntan. We’re spurred on to hope for a deeper one!

I studied for tomorrow’s Accounting test and then went to the Accounting Club meeting – Janet Hilton was elected Treasurer.

Tom called and wanted me to go out – I thought he was Ray and went on chatting merrily as though he were. Faux Pas all the time.

It was announced that the A.S.T.P. are to leave tomorrow. Though we realized the program had been disbanded by the government, still we’d gotten so used to having them around that the campus won’t seem quite right without them.

I thought the Accounting Exam was a cinch but later learned I was mistaken. It always works that way! – Marshall-Whythe seminar with Darby, Editor of Richmond Times. Dispatch was fascinating.

Beth, Lou, Kay, Dotty, and I went to the Lodge Coffee Shoppe for lunch.

The A.S.T.Ps gave a gala farewell Varsity Show type thing. Cute – and nostalgic.

Such an emotional day! After this morning A.S.T.Ps in full military attire marched down to the station and boarded the train for points uncertain. We will miss them so much! They’re a grand bunch of fellows, and we hated to see them go.

Tonight was the Annual KD banquet – very formal and swish! We decked our-selves out in evening dresses and went to the private dining room in the Inn where we sipped champagne cocktails and ate a wonderful dinner. – became mellow over sorority songs and farewell speeches by the Seniors. It was wonderful!

We all went to early lunch and then decked ourselves out in shorts and went to the Boathouse where we stretched out and became a deep reddish hue as our noses gleam like the beacon light of friendship.

Along about three we went to the movies, still smelling of vinegar (our Come-hither-sun preparation) and saw “No Time for Love” with Claudette Colbert and Fred MacMurray. It was real cute.

I saw Bussie (Pat. Davis) in the cafeteria, but not to speak to. From a distance, he looked good.

Tom phoned when I was out, with a message from Kenny.

A lovely Sunday, though its turned cold and sleety. Kay, Louis and I went to the Lodge for a wonderful dinner and to catch up on back news. This afternoon we had our War Work gettogether, making scrap-books – and drinking tea. – Supper in the cafeteria was followed by a stimulatingly deep mass bull session about Socialism, World Federation – problems of solving a lasting peace, etc. It was wonderful!

I made the mistake of writing a poem in the sleepless hours of the morning and have been Kidded ever since – as various deep poems were in turn dedicated to me.

I went to the Library and did accounting before song practice, featuring Cary and Jan wierdly dressed as a Seabee and his wife.

We had sorority meeting early so that we could go to the 9 O’ Clock Opera Company Presentation of the Merry Wives of Windsor. It was cleverly produced, though rather amateurish.

Mail from Dad and Gloria – and a box of food from Dad: five jars of caviar this time. Such capitalism!

Spring?

So much happening! This afternoon a gang of us went to see Orson Wells and Joan Fontaine in “Jane Eyre”. It was wonderful – put us in a trance.

Tonight we had a big ole W.S.C.G.A. meeting announcing the lessening of campus social rules. We have 11 o’clock permission two nights a week – 12 o’clock on Saturday – can smoke on the porches and can date on Monday. We beam!

Ray called and wanted me to go out, as did and anonymous “ Paul Jones” who claims to have met me at the Lodge three weeks ago – methinks he’s connected with Kenny. I went to W.S.C.G.A. meeting instead – but it’s fun!

We have a new pledge – Ann Johnson.

An interlude! This afternoon Cary, Jan, Shorty and I went to the Red Cross room and packed kits to be given soldiers at the embarkation points. They’re grand things – wrapped in a Khaki shaving apron are pad, pencil, envelopes, sewing kit, soap and soap dish, cigarettes, razor blades, deck of cards, shoe strings, books, shoe cloth, lifesavers. We picked a hundred in a little over an hour.

We went to chapel at which Marion Ross spoke and then to a meeting of those who plan to work at the U.A.O.

I studied for tomorrow’s Government and Business test.

Paul Jones called.

Nuquist popped a Money and Banking quiz on us – prelude to our Government and Business – neither was bad.

This was Midge’s birthday and so a gang of us went to the movies to see “Song of Russia” with Robert Taylor and Susan Peters, to celebrate. We came back to a gala party with food sent by the Mitchell’s after a house meeting.

A letter came from Bill Boyd at long last, bringing the news that 75% of them wacked out since the Army is disbanding its program of training Air Corps men. He seemed to feel quite badly about it – but is taking it grandly. I’m so very sorry he tried at the wrong time. His letter was confusing, but sweet.

86 in Accounting.

I’m really tired! After Paul Jones’ persistence, I decided to go out with him and a friend of his from Camp Peary this afternoon. They’re both nineteen and farm boys from Nebraska and South Dakota respectfully. We toured the Restoration (I know it by heart) and then had supper at the Coffee Shoppe; chatting along illegible lines all the while. It was an experience!

Midge and I went to the Red Cross room for an hour and then came back to dress in dirndls for a Rusberg party – and toasted marshmallows and munched on apples and popcorn.

After that I wrote a termpaper on Inflation for Money and Banking

As of today, my vacation has officially began. I didn’t feel too sharp, but after lunch Cary, Midge and I dug up the front lawn and planted glass seed. We cooled off a bit and went to the movies to see a reissue of “The Rains Came” with Myrna Loy and Tyrone Power. It was quite good.

Another letter from Bill. – more cheerful than the last. As I expected, he’s signing up for immediate overseas duty. – I hope he gets a furlough soon.

I got 93 on my Government and Business exam.

A beautifully springlike day, and a lovely Sunday. We slept late, and I went to the Lodge for dinner. It was delayed birthday celebration for Midge – and real nice too.

We had out war work gettogether – Mrs. March came – and then went to the Chaplain’s graduation at which Captain McAfee, of the WAVES, was the speaker. He’s very charming and spoke wonderfully. The ceremony was impressive.

Spring is really here! We wanted to sunbather but did a normal amount of studying instead, before song practice. Tonight we had WSCGA meeting with installation of officers and KD meeting followed by a Council jobbey lasting until one.

Paul phoned to say tomorrow night is his last liberty. I have a date with him tomorrow night and one with Wayne Meyers his friend, tomorrow afternoon.

An 11 pager came from Floyd. He seems happy – now owns his horse: amazing! New Guinea must be quite a place. – Bill Brennan wrote a real nice letter too – and Ray a note saying he’s going home on leave but wants to see me when he gets back.

Such a busy little day. After classes a bit more exciting than usual, I went to the movies with Wayne Meyers and “Chiggers” to see “Tender Comrade” which was rather sloppily sentimental. Paul met us as we came out of the movies, and then the four of us had a quick supper in the Greek’s. I had to be back at the house by 7 for pledging of Ann Johnson. She’s a darling, and I was pleased when she Chose me for her big sister. I took her to the Wigwam for a tinroof – and then scurried back to the house by 8 when Paul and Wayne returned. Janet Hilton went out with us. We had wine at Greek’s – and then went to the Lodge and Chowning’s.

The rains came and it poured all day – but we grinned and bore it. Wayne called and took me to the movies to see “9 Girls” a murder mystery. I came home for awhile and went to chapel – and then Wayne and I went to the Lodge and talked, staring into the fire. He’s a young lil boy but awfully sweet.

Excitement galore. Sir Henry Dill is having an honorary degree bestowed upon him Monday by William and Mary and Marshall Arnold, Admiral King, et. al. will be here. The campus is buzzing!

The rains are still coming, but we swim bravely on. I have classes from eight until 5:30. Dr. Mordecai Ezekiel spoke at Marshall-Wythe seminar – very interesting.

Tonight we supervised bandage rolling and then a gang of us went to hear Helen Howe – a very clever monologuist. We loved her!

I received a letter from Jimmy. He’s washed but of the Air Corps too. Doggone. He’s so sweet!

Wayne called and wanted me to go out.

The rains stopped – but it was too cool to sunbathe and so a gang of us went to see “ A Guy Named Joe”. It was the second time I’d seen it, but I loved it just as much – really one of the best pictures of the year with its optimistic philosophy.

Tonight we had bull sessions and wrote letters.