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Conger Reynolds correspondence, September 1918
1918-09-03 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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see whether it would be difficult. So I did. About two days later my throat, deprived of the usual treatment countering the effect of this damp climate, got a little sore. Then my nose stopped working smoothly. Then I developed a cough. The case became really annoying yesterday, So last night I took dope and went to bed after having invested late in the afternoon in a bath. Today I have only the stuffiness in my head, which I expect to knock out very shortly. In spite of the penalty I am paying I have stuck to my whim about not smoking. I spent part of the afternoon bundled in a bathrobe, in my billet, writing to an old sweetheart. To be exact she's 68 years old, and I think by this time you are rather fond of her yourself. Yesterday I wrote to Uncle Emil and Aunt Maude expressing my pleasure over the news concerning their wedding gift to us, making some snappy observations about the pictures, and otherwise entertaining them with my characteristic wit and humor. I know they'll be impressed. I haven't yet received the letter you spoke about their writing; i'll be glad to see it. Late in the afternoon I induced Mangan and Alling to go for a walk, and got more than I wanted. We must have covered anyway five miles, and at a pretty brisk clip. That's not much
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see whether it would be difficult. So I did. About two days later my throat, deprived of the usual treatment countering the effect of this damp climate, got a little sore. Then my nose stopped working smoothly. Then I developed a cough. The case became really annoying yesterday, So last night I took dope and went to bed after having invested late in the afternoon in a bath. Today I have only the stuffiness in my head, which I expect to knock out very shortly. In spite of the penalty I am paying I have stuck to my whim about not smoking. I spent part of the afternoon bundled in a bathrobe, in my billet, writing to an old sweetheart. To be exact she's 68 years old, and I think by this time you are rather fond of her yourself. Yesterday I wrote to Uncle Emil and Aunt Maude expressing my pleasure over the news concerning their wedding gift to us, making some snappy observations about the pictures, and otherwise entertaining them with my characteristic wit and humor. I know they'll be impressed. I haven't yet received the letter you spoke about their writing; i'll be glad to see it. Late in the afternoon I induced Mangan and Alling to go for a walk, and got more than I wanted. We must have covered anyway five miles, and at a pretty brisk clip. That's not much
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