A 6-page letter from Jan at St. Olaf. Chiding me for not writing. For good reason, I'm sure. She says they have gone to see George Lincoln Rockwell, then leader of the American Nazi Party, who was speaking at Carleton College, in the chapel, of all places. She quotes him: "Negroes simply are not equal to the white race. they're like your children. You love them and all, but you certainly wouldn't let them sit at your formal dinner table or attend a business conference." The powers that be at Carleton, she says, "removed the hymnbooks from the pews for fear the students would start heaving them."

She confesses to having slept with two guys in Minneapolis. Well - she slept on the floor of the boys dorm with her boyfriend and a friend of his - the key word here being "slept." This event took three pages to describe, and she worries throughout that I will think she has no morals. They had gone up to the cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul) to "mung around" (and I wondered where I found that phrase - I still use it). They got caught out after hours, and had to sneak into the dorm to sleep. Back at St. Olaf's, her roommate stuffed her bed with pillows so she wouldn't get caught at bed check. Yes, this was college in the early 60's. Not a low-security prison. Well, not exactly.

She goes to see Peter, Paul and Mary, and meets them backstage, amazed at how young they seem. "Mary, by the way, is a big girl. 5'9" at least, and large boned."

She gets her own campus radio show of folk music, and goes to and organizes hootenanies ("hoots") all around, thinks about transferring to the University of Illinois (why, I have no idea - if there was a perfect Midwestern 60's lifestyle, she certainly found it at St. Olaf).