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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918
1918-02-10 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 8
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his manner but very nice anyway. I am anxious to do all I can for him. His mother teaches in the High School and this is his Senior year. He finishes his Junior Piano Course with me this year. Then he is going to Normal this summer and teach the following winter or that he'll be able to pay as much as possible on his tuition. I wish it would be possible in some way for him to work his way thru because he is a hustler. If all the "kids" follow me whose parents are writing me about it, poor Sister Stockard would have a small attendance here next year, but I'm not going to take them, of course. Now I've bored you enough with "family affairs" but they are thrust under my nose every day in the week and must be disposed of some way. I wish you might see what an art gallery I've made of this college with your pictures. One of them is looking down at me from my desk. They are such a comfort dear and yet they are so like you that it is drefful to know they can't speak to me nor return my kisses. I wish I'd hear something of the Sanborns' plans, but I suppose that is hoping for too much. Perhaps this awful ocean disaster will make some difference to them but I can't see why it should. I certainly thank God your cables had
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his manner but very nice anyway. I am anxious to do all I can for him. His mother teaches in the High School and this is his Senior year. He finishes his Junior Piano Course with me this year. Then he is going to Normal this summer and teach the following winter or that he'll be able to pay as much as possible on his tuition. I wish it would be possible in some way for him to work his way thru because he is a hustler. If all the "kids" follow me whose parents are writing me about it, poor Sister Stockard would have a small attendance here next year, but I'm not going to take them, of course. Now I've bored you enough with "family affairs" but they are thrust under my nose every day in the week and must be disposed of some way. I wish you might see what an art gallery I've made of this college with your pictures. One of them is looking down at me from my desk. They are such a comfort dear and yet they are so like you that it is drefful to know they can't speak to me nor return my kisses. I wish I'd hear something of the Sanborns' plans, but I suppose that is hoping for too much. Perhaps this awful ocean disaster will make some difference to them but I can't see why it should. I certainly thank God your cables had
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