To Whom It May Even Vaguely Interest:

My poor old grandma is probably turning over in her grave 200 revolutions to the minute because I've developed into such a brazen individual as to solicit correspondents from mighty Harvard. But I'm a demanding little female from the heart of Texas--curly eyes, laughing hair, and all--and the best you've got is none too good for me.

So with chin at an optimistic angle I invite (yea, plead) fan mail. I understand wisdom rules at your school and you all go around wrinkling your cortexes over weighty problems for the good of posterity. Well, at this school (Texas State College for Women, largest girl's school on this globe) the eyelash curler rules and we, all go around fluttering flirtatious furbelows at susceptible Profs. I hear you men all have jaw-breaking vocabularies. Well, we can polish the old apple to perfection--so maybe that makes us even. On the whole, I'll wager Harvard brushes its teeth just about as TSCW does!

I am as follows: A junior journalism major with black hair and blue eyes, a sweet church-door expression, the Love of Life, few vices, few accomplishments, short fingernails (chewed off during recent exams . . . heathen institution), and something up my sleeve besides a good looking arm when I buy a purple stamp for this letter.

All I ask of you is that you have an honest face, aren't egotistical as the men here who are so few they have to be diluted to go around, and will reciprocate to Frances Elizabeth Jones.   Box 3129--TSCW.   Denton, Tex.