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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918

1918-02-27 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 8

in fact, every Wednesday afternoon it meets, right after school. Some of the hens have been after me because I don't attend oftener, and because I don't pray when I do go. I never learned to make my prayers publicly and I can't see why any one should care to hear what I pray about. I can include lots of people without having them hear me do it. I suppose I am wrong, but my prayers are addressed to my Maker, and not to students and teachers of Cottey.
Yesterday I was peeved. The Dean and I had just had a real quarrel over some meanness I'd found her out in, and which concerned me. So I prayed, man, I prayed! I sure did. I guess they won't ask me to again. I asked God to deliver us from the kind of so-called religion that Showeth in the countenance and lighteth up the eye but does not control our tho'ts and acts, and then I went on and made a real hope-to-die prayer. Not knowing old Cramer, you

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in fact, every Wednesday afternoon it meets, right after school. Some of the hens have been after me because I don't attend oftener, and because I don't pray when I do go. I never learned to make my prayers publicly and I can't see why any one should care to hear what I pray about. I can include lots of people without having them hear me do it. I suppose I am wrong, but my prayers are addressed to my Maker, and not to students and teachers of Cottey. Yesterday I was peeved. The Dean and I had just had a real quarrel over some meanness I'd found her out in, and which concerned me. So I prayed, man, I prayed! I sure did. I guess they won't ask me to again. I asked God to deliver us from the kind of so-called religion that Showeth in the countenance and lighteth up the eye but does not control our tho'ts and acts, and then I went on and made a real hope-to-die prayer. Not knowing old Cramer, you