Page 11 - 1918 February - To Dragma

104 TO DRAGMA OF ALPHA OMICRON PI

I f I mention one of importance, I would need mention them all. We
may live for nothing else than just f o r having Nu, for they are busy
women not alone in the university, but in the world's work. Here the
following day, New York Alumnae met, and I saw old friends of
college, convention, and letter writing days. I appreciated their com-
ing to see me, for distances in New York are great. There is always
the social side. One morning, Daisy Gaus, president of the alumnae
chapter, with her sister, invited Eve and me to tour New York and
vicinity, New York University, the Bronx, the water ways, and parks.
We saw so much! I remember a sign in the park, "Red Cross sewing
in the Lions' room," I thought how nobly patriotic of Lions! Too
true, I am not consulting Eve Marty, but I feel sure it would be
all right to ask her to guide you when you go to New York City. I n
the off-hours of the day and all through two nights, she showed me
practically the whole of New York from the home of Andrew Car-
negie to "Down the Rabbit's Hole" in Greenwich Village. Perhaps
I am confused but I am very sure that I ate three meals one evening
beginning with Caruso's favorite restaurant, and ending at the Top
of the World. I could tell you much more, but you want to hear of
the chapters.

I went to West Virginia to meet my husband at his old home.
While I was there, Kappa wired me they were to have initiation and
wished me to be with them. I f asked how long it took to reach
Lynchburg, I would say a year. The forgetful porter and the hos-
pitable conductor of the slow-moving train would have carried me
on to a farther station, i f I had not, in my rude western way, inter-
rupted a lengthy conversation about a bridge spanning the river—
f o r we had already reached Lynchburg. Merely as a bystander, I
would like to look on and see all the things Kappa could have done
with a convention. I was there two days. Count these events off:
Halloween dinner in the dormitory, Halloween parade, a calathump,
a play, an initiation beginning at twelve P. M. and ending with a
banquet at four A. M., a dinner at Nan Craddock's, a visit with
Frances Allen, a meeting with Panhellenic, open house "in the Pines,"
drive to Sweet Briar, installation of Lynchburg Alumnae Chapter,
innumerable feasts at the tearoom, and a delightful breakfast in the
little house "in the Pines." Dear Kappat I am glad you chose that
spot in which to end your hospitality. Virginia memories are dear.

Now to Omicron! Lucretia Jordan Bickley entertained me at her
home. I know she is apt to read this so i t would not do for me to
say that when she wears pink, one somehow thinks of pink roses.
But what is Omicron like? I t is difficult to explain their deep earnest