Legation of the United States of America Copenhagen, June 18, 1933. Dear R.B.O. brigaders: There is so much I want to tell you about my new post that I have decided to send a news bulletin to Walter Buckingham and ask him to see that it reaches all of you. Mr. Buckingham seems to be able to organize things so perfectly that I am sure he will devise a plan for carrying this bulletin and the package of photographs of Copenhagen around the circle to each of you. When I visited Denmark two years ago with Bryan and his small sister and three of their young friends I did not dream that I would be coming back here as American minister. I was charmed with the Hans Andersen fairy tale country and with the hospitality and kindness of its people and my return has felt like a fairy tale coming true. From the moment that our ship touched the pier after an eleven days voyage from New York all sort of kindly things have been happening. There were so any flowers waiting for me that it looked like a church wedding or a high school graduation. My new home is a gracious roomy place with a garden full of lilacs in bloom and although I cannot speak Danish yet almost every one here can speak English so that does not matter. There are over one quarter of a million bicycles in Copenhagen which makes a new sort of traffic problem and if you look at the pictures which I am sending you will get acquainted with a lot of Copenhagen scenes. It is the custom for the newly appointed minister to present letters of credence to the king and you can imagine how I felt when the royal coach arrived at my door for me with the driver and footman in red coats and yellow breeches and a great deal of gold braid. The coach was lined inside with cream colored silk and a step folded down in order to let one enter. At the palace there was a very impressive formal ceremonial as I went from room to room, finally being presented to the king in the throne room. I cannot tell you how much I appreciated the wrist watch with the inscription from the brigaders on the back. I had no watch and no gift could have been more welcome. Bryan and Mary Norman Hopkins, and Kitty and her three children, as well as my younger daughter, Helen Rudd, are all with me and they ask me to send best remembrances to the brigaders who remember them. Affectionately yours, Ruth Bryan Owen ---------- Dear brigaders: The above mimeographed copy of the letter which Mrs. Owen has sent me for forwarding to you. The pictures to which she refers are 30 post cards [sic] showing beautiful views of Copenhagen (Kobenhavn). The best way for me to get them to you is for you to write me giving your present address and asking me to put you on the list to see the pictures. Then I will group you according to localities and will send the cards with forwarding instructions. It will take some time to go the rounds so do not expect them too soon, and when you do get them please send them promptly to the next address. I am going to add this letter the third brigade essay which won the Colonel Corbett prize. This is the essay of Frances E. Pearson: MY TRIP TO WASHINGTON - ITS GREATEST VALUE TO ME Madame de Stael, a celebrated French writer of the Eighteenth Century has been credited with the remark, “Architecture is frozen music”. If the author could have visited our National Capital at the time and under the same competent guidance as Mrs. Ruth Bryan Owen’s third brigade, she would have enlarged on her definition of architecture. For no once can gaze on and enjoy the architecture of Washington without becoming imbued with its wonderful beauty, harmony, and order. It is poetry; music; nature; history; honor. In it the everlasting symbols of our Nation’s greatness meet the every gaze. The symmetry of its buildings; the arrangement of its rives and boulevards; the statutes [sic] of the Nation’s great, set here and there; meeting the traveler’s eye as he turns from one beauty to another,