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February 24, 1913
February 24: Alma Grist, a pupil of our major room died today, and we have to procure flowers for her. Papa isn’t regaining strength very fast. The joint meeting committee did nothing today.
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February 23, 1913
February 23: Late this morning. Mae over, Pa up and around. Mrs. Wiley quit unceremoniously. Rained hard. Idealization made a practicable by practice is the most desirable virtue there is.
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February 22, 1913
February 22: Washington’s birthday. There truly is a great lesson to learn from that mighty man. He truly is the ‘gareth’ of our U.S.A. Mae Johnes over. Pa better, garden sowed. Everybody happy.
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February 21, 1913
February 21: Papa up and around. Wrote Mother. Had a long talk this afternoon with miss Saul and find that my ideas are a little mixed. I support practical life if it is practicable from a moral standpoint. That is that spiritual correlative with the mental and physical.
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February 20, 1913
February 20: Am becoming interested in new lines of work. And rating history and literature more ardently and feel I will derive great pleasure and benefit. My life is an open course; and the Fates are the minds.
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February 19, 1913
February 19: Father same. New Doctor, Dr. Hector. I’m questioning whether I shall hand my last story to Miss Laine. It is very different from other ones and maybe doesn’t understand a Fellows ideal!
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February 18, 1913
February 18: Didn’t attend senate meeting. Father better. Mae Johns over. Mrs. Gray, nurse. Went to investigate a piano sale –fruitless as yet. Got a pretty Valentine from Ma and one from S and L Packard. Love!
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February 17, 1913
February 17: father taken very ill directly after lunch while alone in the office. Came home, and suffered much. Relieved by Dr. and resting quiet. Was some scared for a time; not well yet.
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February 16, 1913
February 16: Sunday. No church. Had goose for dinner. Mae Johns over. Went for a ride in auto and busted chain. Pa and I feeling fine and am encouraged. Sorry to miss church or god on Sunday.
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February 15, 1913
February 15: Worked hard all day and worked off my gloom, kind of as nature does. Nature is the finest remedy for the gloom as if you work her hard. Went to dance of Mimm Society and let sociality polish off the worn off gloom.
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February 14, 1913
February 14: Despondency grows on me. I see my coordinates of yesterday rose up above me, and my subordinates of the past, now my equals. Something is wrong, and I and asking god to tell me what it is.
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February 13, 1913
February 13: I am in wrong somewhere. I am out of sorts it seems with everyone. Idealism falls, I am afraid, a little short of practicality. But I’d rather be the idealist and die with my idealism won.
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February 12, 1913
February 12: I am asking myself the eternal question, ‘What am I good for.’ In sociability I fail, so in writing, so in any practical work. I have lost precious time with no return. I am pessimistic.
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February 11, 1913
February 11: Meeting of senate and a fine personal talk by Mr. Keyes. Got a letter from Casey and from Birdie. I wondered if Bertie is true blue. No girl his true blue whom you don’t have to win.
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February 10: Meeting of Junior Dance committee. We will have some day on that night all right. I can feel aggrieved that the folks up north haven’t written. Anything wrong?
‘The folks up north’ means his mother, sisters and brother. He wrote ‘Ma’ a few days ago. Now he’s waiting for a response. Nowadays we wonder what’s up if someone doesn’t reply within a few hours. In 1913, of course, he was waiting on the mail, which travelled between the Bay area and Seattle by boat.
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February 9, 1913
February 9: Sunday; church. Father very fatigued with aching tooth. Father and I don’t seem to meet; some of his bitter words utterly repel me. I am not demonstrative.
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February 8, 1913
February 8: Got up as usual at 5:00 AM and worked the forenoon digging. Conceived a story of spirit which I may attempt to realize. I love moral literature.
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