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dc.creatorClark, Jessie May
dc.date.accessioned2021-03-29T14:28:37Z
dc.date.available2021-03-29T14:28:37Z
dc.date.issued1893-07-27
dc.identifier.urihttps://repository.tcu.edu/handle/116099117/44264
dc.descriptionUpdate on boarding school and Elocution class
dc.format.medium5x8 paper
dc.relationClark Family Letters
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dc.sourceBox 2, Folder 1, Item 1
dc.subjectClark, Jessie May
dc.subjectClark, Addison, Jr. "Addie"
dc.subjectClark, Addison, Sr.
dc.subjectClark, Robert Carlton "Carlie"
dc.titleLetter to Addison Clark Jr.
dc.typeDocument
dc.description.transcriptionGrimsby Park.July 27, 1893My dear Brother:The home letters just received and joyously read. I expected a letter from papa, have been looking for one every day this week, -nearly two weeks since I heard from him. I was wishing for him to be going home when I go and so I wrote him. But I’m glad he is going earlier for I know you are all anxious to see him and he must want to be at home again. I will be home two weeks from tonight, one week earlier than I expected. But I’m getting anxious to go, and as very little will be done here the last week I decided I would leave on Monday, the seventh. The last recital will be given one week from tomorrow evening. Monday afternoon all in the class are requested –required-to recite some short simple selection. I recited “The Bridal Feast,” as it was my shortest, and Prof. H and Mrs. S –gave me more encouragement than I expected. The Prof. was rather profuse in his compliments, but I will tellyou of it, not write. They wanted me to recite –said they did –tomorrow night, but they are so cranky I have no selections that would be suitable for the occasion, this is “too old” and that is “too dramatic.” I am taking lessons on “The Confessional” and they want me to give it Friday week, but I can’t prepare it well enough in that time, so I suppose I shall not recite. I am studying early and late but not making much headway, I never had so much trouble memorizing selections, it is almost impossible and I can’t account for it.Our boarding house is at the end of a long lane extending down to the lake. It is a beautiful shady lane, called Lovers Lane. On one side is the high wall enclosing the park, on the other is a berry patch and vineyard. Down near the further end of the lane I spend most of my time, sitting on a log with my back against the wall. It is generally very quiet place and so cool I can study better there than in my room. My room-mate and I practice together, and this afternoon we sought our favorite place down the lane, and gave free vent to our voices in the practice of “Ben Hur’s Chariot Race.” The Indiansacross the road picking berries were startled by our calls and stood looking at us in amazement, but nothing could stop us until “the race was won.” I am very much pleased with the “Chariot Race” and shall memorize it and work it up when I go home. We had it in class today, and I’m studying it, but it is very long and will take a long while to memorize it. My appetiteis still on the increase.I think I will weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds by the time I reach home. I can’t tell that I look much better, but I certainly eat enough to make me fat, but I suppose the exercise and study overbalances it. A walk into the park and back three times a day is quite a great deal of exercise. Saturday my roommate and I are going upto walk up to Grimsby,and rest and practice on the way. It costs only ten cents to go and return on the train, but we want to see the country and want the walk. I am so glad you had such a pleasant time on your trip, and Carlie enjoyed it too. I’m glad, and I trust it will make you feel better the remainder of the summer. I feel that I would have enjoyed being one of the party, feel just in the spirit for such an excursion. Oh if I could only pick my crowd we would have a never to be forgotten excursion here, but those I would choose are too far away. Imagine yourself one of a party on our picnic grounds-the shadiest, cool grove imaginable,-sitting at a table spread with every good thing, and after the dinner is finished, seated leaning against a mighty pine, talking to a friend,–after spending the afternoon in this way the evening may be whiled away by rambling around exploring the furtherest nooks of the ground whileit begins to get dark then wander on down to the lake where the moon can be seen. Step into a canoe-only room for two –and quietly float out over the still waters, -all quiet and peaceful, and the moon shedding her soft rays overall. Oh, how delightful! Can you imagine it?How I would enjoy such a treat with you-some day we will. Only a short while and I shall be with you all. Many things to tell you, many plans to make for our future &c, &c.Good night my dear brother. May our Heavenly Father watch over you all is my prayer.Lovingly, Sister.


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