My dear Classmates,

When Round Robin came to me with $1.14 postage on it I exclaimed 'My! Oh! Is it worth it?' I have just finished reading these most personal, self-revealing letters and feel very confident to answer that $1.14 is a very small price to pay for admission into the hearts and lives and problems, with clear solutions, of forty three representative women of to day!! What would you not pay for a novel that could tell you how a college graduate with post graduate work in Paris and Rome could adjust her self to a small Louisiana factory town and find joy and benefit in discussing domestic problems with the hard worker wives and mothers: and refresh her love of language with occasional conversation with the *** foreman or the Arcadian French!! Nancy Catching, you make me proud to have such a classmate! That is fine education - the ability to learn something from every life with which you come in conflict!

And with each letter there is that same big human giving spirit of helpfulness and cooperation- and with all the outside interests, each one has not lost the appreciation and value of what constitutes the real home, the *** *** for all that is worth while.

My touch with Goucher has been very meager these last twenty years! I blush to write it! But a year ago the A.A.U.W. met in Kansas City and we had a very good representation of Goucher delegates. Dean Stimson was here and gave us such an enthusiastic description of Greater Goucher that many pledges for 421 were immediately signed. There have been so few of us that we never have organized as our pledges have worked out individually. We have a Goucher graduate teaching in one of our private schools now, and she has interested quite a few girls in going to Goucher so I hope in time we may have a flourishing chapter here.

These letters seem so personal that I feel it would prove a lack of appreciation if I did not tell about myself too.

My life and its outside activities have seemed to pause since the fall of 1922 when my precious mother went to 'inherit the kingdom prepared for her'. I had never known death before and this parting with the one I had loved and who had loved me since my existence, who always seemed the very foundation of all life, has opened up a new world (Heaven, shall I say?) to me. I am like Florence Carmine 'I have left off thinking immortality, I feel immortality!'

My precious Father has had to resign as (Serving) Bishop of the Methodist Church (South) and give up all active service and adjust his days to a very much weakened body. To see his beautiful Christian faith as he patiently awaits the summons and the 'Eternal splendor' has been to me the greatest inspiration to the worthiest living and highest climbing.

For the past four years I have felt every moment with my *** parent was so priceless that nothing seemed so important as doing for them and absorbing the machina of this sunset *** in their lives. To pause near him with such 'heroes of the soul' has given me visions such as I never dreamed of. And always by my side has been my darling boy, loving and caring for my parents just as it was his responsibility for their comfort has been very beautiful to me. I hope his precious little soul has been described and enlarged just as mine has. And all the explanations of Death I have had to make! He loves my mother so and I never want him to think of her except in the loving actuality he knew so well. He feels her presence just as I do, and often runs in from his play to tell me 'Mummie has been looking down on me.'

I feel I am having post- graduate course in psychology in directing this little mind. And I think we are making the world for these precious children to inherit and fight their battles in !!! If we can only keep the sunshine in their faces and in their hearts and prevent this spirit of selfishness and greed and wasted resources from poisoning the air which they breath and making joyless homes and souless ***!

Beside my intensive interest in our little five year old boy I have been working in a 'Child Relief Station' where, with the advice from a Child Specialist, *** to keep the babies up to standard and prevent illness. The joy there poor mothers have when they find a well nourished baby sleeps all night repairs one for all efforts. One mother (*** hair of course) who told me that every night she has been *** with her poor baby until midnight and her husband had also stepped the rest of the night, with the victrola running at full speed, in order to keep the baby from screaming, was particularly grateful.

You asked about husbands- well I have always claimed I had a 'perfect Paul' My mother always called him a 'perfect Christian gentleman.' Paul is a flour miller, *** Milling Co. and if any of you know what foreign exchange and the *** Canadian wheat has done to the US Flour companies you will appreciate his fair disposition when I say he still keeps smiling. As for myself I have not bobbed my hair nor do I roll my stockings, so you see you would have no difficulty in recognizing me in spite of twenty years! I should love to see any one of you. Don't fail to call me up should you ever travel this way.

With sincere wishes for the true happiness of every one of you,

You will find a big part of my happiness in this picture of our boy, Lewis S. Mohr II

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