October 21, 1978

Mrs. Inez Donley

326 N. 27th St.

Allentown, Pa. 18104

Dear Mom,

As I'm sure you know, this is the first time I've written you a letter in four years, but I've been busy and all, and besides, this is the first time I've been depressed in my college career.

I mean, it was bad enough when Pat's Towing Service sent me a letter Wednesday with a Pat's credit card application enclosed. But the thing that's really got me depressed is the football team.

You remember freshman year when the Crimson went 7-2 and won the Ivy crown? And then the next year we were 6-3 and last year we slipped to 4-5? Well, even that was O.K., but now things have gone a little too far.

So far this year, we've lost to Columbia and Cornell--which is sort of like Pete Maravich losing a game of D-O-N-K-E-Y to Buddy Hackett.

Seven grand a year, ma, and we can't even beat Columbia and Cornell. Heck, the best thing about the football games these days are the tasty roast beef sandwiches in the press box.

Anyway. I guess I'll pull through this OK, and I'll see you next week at the Princeton game (by the way, I'm bringing my laundry home). Yes, all my roommates are fine, and I'm studying hard--I even attended an extracurricular seminar Thursday night at 33 Dunster St., a distinguished Cambridge institution.   Love,

Tell Gio I said hi.   John

P.S. Tell Dad no shoo fly pie at the Princeton tailgate.

*****

DARTMOUTH at HARVARD--I've never seen a Harvard football team lose to Dartmouth, and I don't want to see things change today. But, really, how can you pick a team that's already beaten Penn and Yale? My heart says yes, but my bookie says no. Dartmouth 28, Harvard 22 (sorry).