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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918

1918-02-24 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5

lends interest to every street from morning to night. Always the horizon blue and the olive drab are to be seen. Today has been rather decent. It began deliciously for me, for I had the fun of lying in bed and watching Fat Stewart in pajamas trying to start the fire in our joke stove. He's a circus. "Oh, this is awful," he would gasp between clouds of smoke. His chubby face was delightingly worried. After long and painful efforts and some assistance he got the thing going. We fooled around all morning cleaning French mud off our apparel and generally slicking up. Then we went out into the mud and proceeded to get spotted up again. 
Last night I went to dinner with the millionaire boys at the White Horse. Through regular patronage of the place they had become strong favorites with the madame. Consequently we found a special soup and a lot of other good things waiting for us. The White Horse is a rather individual sort. To enter you must pass through the kitchen. Two rooms farther on is the dining room. You take a place at one of the two long tables where the guests dine en famille. The daughter of the house -- one of them -- waits on the tables swiftly and well. Nothing is ever lacking to your wants. 
Apres, we went to the movies and saw Charlie Chaplin -- who is "Charlot" over here -- and a war film. It was a pretty fair movie, made doubly enjoyable by the opportunity to hear the French go wild every time the great Charlot kicked Ambrose in the stomach. Between reels we talked to two French soldiers near us. They

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lends interest to every street from morning to night. Always the horizon blue and the olive drab are to be seen. Today has been rather decent. It began deliciously for me, for I had the fun of lying in bed and watching Fat Stewart in pajamas trying to start the fire in our joke stove. He's a circus. "Oh, this is awful," he would gasp between clouds of smoke. His chubby face was delightingly worried. After long and painful efforts and some assistance he got the thing going. We fooled around all morning cleaning French mud off our apparel and generally slicking up. Then we went out into the mud and proceeded to get spotted up again. Last night I went to dinner with the millionaire boys at the White Horse. Through regular patronage of the place they had become strong favorites with the madame. Consequently we found a special soup and a lot of other good things waiting for us. The White Horse is a rather individual sort. To enter you must pass through the kitchen. Two rooms farther on is the dining room. You take a place at one of the two long tables where the guests dine en famille. The daughter of the house -- one of them -- waits on the tables swiftly and well. Nothing is ever lacking to your wants. Apres, we went to the movies and saw Charlie Chaplin -- who is "Charlot" over here -- and a war film. It was a pretty fair movie, made doubly enjoyable by the opportunity to hear the French go wild every time the great Charlot kicked Ambrose in the stomach. Between reels we talked to two French soldiers near us. They