paniment of the Mandolin Club, clogged for us in multifarious
rhythms, ways, and manners--or however one does clog--to the
astonishment of all of us, who never before dreamed that professional
talent actually existed in Northampton.

Elizabeth Carpenter is president of her house. As for the rest of us,
Lucy Winton, Eleanor Cook, and me, all I can venture to say--and they
agree with me--is that, like the proverbial green freshman, we have
been plodding along at studies occasionally, and at all other times we
have been eating, sleeping, or amusing ourselves to the nth degree.

I can't wait to see the new _Tatler_ to find out what you have been
doing this year.

Please give my love to everyone.

Very sincerely,
PEG WILLIAMS

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South Hadley,
Massachusetts,
February 18, 1926.

Dear Margaret Louise:

If I should attempt to tell you everything we are doing here now, I'm
afraid that I should go far past the limits of my little column, for
our occupations are so multitudinous and varied that there is hardly
an end to them.

Right now, notwithstanding the ever present pursuit of the academic,
the whole college is having the most glorious time hiking over the
countryside on snowshoes, risking its dignity and perhaps its neck in
attempting the ski jump on Pageant Field, and "hooking" rides with the
small village boys on their bob sleds down the long hill on College
Street. South Hadley is such a tiny town, anyway, that it is just like
living in the country with lovely mountains all around.

By now Mount Tom and Mount Holyoke are quite like old friends, for
most of us had a personal interview with one or the other of them when
we hiked one of the ranges last fall on Mountain Day. Mountain Day, by
the way, was a red letter day, for the Freshmen particularly. It was
one of those gorgeous blue October days when we could hardly stand the
thought of having to be inside, and, almost like a gift from Heaven,
Miss Woolley unexpectedly announced in morning chapel that she would
leave it to the students to vote whether they would have their holiday
then, with its incomplete arrangements, or two days later when it was
scheduled, with beautifully laid plans but with possible showers. The
girls were simply bursting with excitement by that time, and the