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IN OUR FRESHMAN DAYS. DEAR MAMMA:- COLLEGE. May I come home, I don't want to stay here another minute. Last night about twelve o'clock a whole crowd of boys came into my room and made me get out of bed. I had to sing and dance and do just what they said. If I didn't they paddled me and they hit terrible hard too. I am so sore today I can hardly walk. After I sang and danced for them last they threw me in a bath tub of ice cold water. Mamma 1 believe if you don't let me come homel shall catch cold and die. I don't like this place for anything. There are no nice boys here. My face is all covered with ink, some of the boys put it on last night, and I can't get it off. 1 don't know what to do. I have spent all my money and haven't any with which to buy a ticket home. Please mamma send me some money and let me come home)'ight away. Oh, mamma r want to see you and papa so bad. Please do answer right away and let me come home. Your loving boy, Willie. 1 77