Century-Old Letter Reports Two LSU Losses
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Hill Country Living
By Coulter Fussell
It’s a Wagner Week and here we have a mysterious Edwardian foot ailment and two LSU defeats! Does it get any better?!
Nov 3, 1903
Dear George,
Here I am again and still have my foot complaints. No doubt you considered my sickness all a joke, but if you had been compelled to spend ten days with a decided “misery” in your feet and not allowed to put them to the floor possibly you would change your mind. Today I crawled down stairs but I am afraid I’ll be somewhat worse for it so I guess it means another week of keeping still. Mama says I always do stay sick longer than anybody & always have something nobody ever heard of.
Dr. Young says it is an entirely new thing to him. I have been threatening to borrow V.O.R.’s feet but am afraid he will need them so guess I’ll have to fall back on Bondy’s crutch and slipper. Well, I guess I’ve given you a long enough chapter on my ailments but please help me to hope to be able to walk in a week.
I told Robert a few days ago I would be so glad when you came so we could have one better old laugh. Don’t you get so tangled up with your queens that you forget to come.
Speaking of queens reminds me that Hugh Barr Miller and his queen are here visiting the Saunders. Of course, I haven’t seen them but hear they are both quite improved.
I guess you went down to the Cornell game on Thanksgiving. Too bad you all were so badly defeated. The score in the A&M game was a tie, 6-6 but Miss. defeated L.S.U. in N.O. 11 to 0. The same score A&M made against L.S.U. so it was still a tie.
Nothing else happened that I know of except a dance last Wednesday. Next Friday night Miss Winchester gives some sort of a concert. Hope my foot will permit me to go.
Am so sorry to hear of your sore throat – you’re just trying to “keep up with” Uncle and me. Uncle says if you, that Wagner boy, don’t treat me right he will surely speak to you.
Do you remember that Miss McConnell from Oklahoma who promised to send you that cake – and didn’t? Well, she was the only true love of my “six-footer” until she married last Wednesday – the other fellow, of course. I tried to get an account of the wedding from the “6 ft” but it was so incoherent that I gave up in despair and from now on I will probably try to console him. Do you guess I’ll have any success?
Miss Ella came up Thursday and spent the morning with me, the first good old talk I have had with her since I’ve been here. She isn’t quite as lively as she used to be but I’ll forgive anybody that teaches school.
You and Mama are the only ones who ever think it would be proper for me to have a beautiful likeness of myself made. My face is perfectly round at present and as it is unusual I guess I ought to have a souvenir of it but I’m not brave enough. But hurry home and see for yourself!
Your friend,
Elma C. M
