I am sure you will never forget the Teacher Training Agriculture Class of ’25 and the field trips we took. Also the composition you wrote on men. Everytime I think of you , I will also think of that lid Hudson for every where I would go I would see that car. I wish you happiness and success in your later life and may you make ‘Jack’ a good secretary someday.
Always your friend,
Erney F. Dean
We sure have had a lot of fun in our senior year especially in phys ed altho when you took up “basket ball” they made you drop it. You sure can help me guard if you are needed can you not.
I haven’t known you until this year but if you’re anything like your cousin Delphia I know “you’re some charmer, yes indeed” You know Davina, you’re one I would like to be like, but somehow that’s all the farther I can wade. Remember the dim dark days of our class in American Literature. I was the only light!!! Now that’s not being egotistical. I hardly know what to write. I don’t know you well enough to know any mean tricks and we have never wore pigtails together. I suppose I could say your eyes are like diamonds, cheeks like roses, teeth like pearls, but I can’t tell a lie! Ha ha! I do think you’re most awfully sweet and (kinda) beautiful. Remember me as an old school maid teacher, down by Hickory. I suppose you will never have the honor of being an old maid but I’ll wish you success in choosing your partner. As for me, give me liberty, or give me death.
Sunday Feb 1
We arrived at 3:30 o’clock, getting our baggage located, we cleansed our faces, manicured our nails, did up our (Davina’s) hair. After getting in bed we found that a drink would comfort our lonely desire, so jumping quickly out of bed we ran to the water bucket and drank our fill. After warming our chilled bodies we skipped gleefully back. Davina putting her 145 lbs on the back of the bed and when Retta was attempting to put her 150 in when- Boom- crack- down we went, for the slats had broken and theirs fallen out. After much labor on the party Mrs Webster and we girls, we crawled back in bed and dreamed wonderful dream of our sweethearts.
Monday, Feb 2
Nothin’ happened much, only the usual 4 mile hike to the little school by the road.
Tuesday Feb 3
Same old routine- Oh, yes, by the way, Retta received a letter. From whom?
Retta fell in the mud on the way home from school, and a small washing was done.
Wednesday, Feb 4
Mud, Mud, Mud and more Mud. This was Davina’s “Day of Doom”. Taught all day.
Thursday Feb 5
Retta began her try out at noon. Things were going pretty smoothly when- knock knock- (Retta’s knees shook). We had mother visitors that day. What a time we had crossing the creek. The ice had melted- how did we get across? Why waded of course, poor Retta had to carry the frightened Carl also.
Returned at eight bells, same as usual.
Friday Feb 6
Home Coming Day. Pushed McKeens ford over hill and dale.
I am at loss to know what to say in your book but I shall always remember you as the “vamp and heart breaker” of Fair Drug Co. Don’t forget the good times we had, or rather we had at the dances and what a hard time I had deciding what to do and where to go. I hope that you have as much success in the future as you have attained here.
your “little” friend
When you get to teaching school think of me as a follower of the same profession. Remember me as a member of the senior class of ‘25 (good old class wasn’t it?)