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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April 1918
1918-04-18 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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selections on his instrument instead of by ringing the bell. It made a big hit with the cook. She sent in word by the maid that for the music we should have more of the wonderful cakes which she had given us at the tea and on which we had warmly congratulated her. The almost pathetic fact was that the poor soul meant her thanks. She hadn't heard music - care-free song - for so long that even a mouth-organ did her good. As we sat over the coffee and cigars the captain got to recalling the touching ballads of the nineties - "After the Ball," "She was only a bird in a gilded cage," "The Policeman's Child." etc. etc. He knew them all, and the choruses of most of them came back to most of us out of the dim days of childhood. So we sang them with all emphasis of their pathos, punctuating the pauses with roars of laughter, I haven't had so much fun in ages. At 9 o'clock I went back to work for a half hour, but the rest continued the celebration in the office until closing time. Your letter of February twenty-one arrived yesterday. I read it and another of March 24 last night. In each you told of beginning work at 7:30 in the morning. Does this coincidence mean that it's a habit? You're likely to shame your lazy old hubby about his rising at 8. Still I know you'd do the same if your working hours were arranged as his are. What time was it you usually crawled out in Washington? You'll have to admit life with your hubby
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selections on his instrument instead of by ringing the bell. It made a big hit with the cook. She sent in word by the maid that for the music we should have more of the wonderful cakes which she had given us at the tea and on which we had warmly congratulated her. The almost pathetic fact was that the poor soul meant her thanks. She hadn't heard music - care-free song - for so long that even a mouth-organ did her good. As we sat over the coffee and cigars the captain got to recalling the touching ballads of the nineties - "After the Ball," "She was only a bird in a gilded cage," "The Policeman's Child." etc. etc. He knew them all, and the choruses of most of them came back to most of us out of the dim days of childhood. So we sang them with all emphasis of their pathos, punctuating the pauses with roars of laughter, I haven't had so much fun in ages. At 9 o'clock I went back to work for a half hour, but the rest continued the celebration in the office until closing time. Your letter of February twenty-one arrived yesterday. I read it and another of March 24 last night. In each you told of beginning work at 7:30 in the morning. Does this coincidence mean that it's a habit? You're likely to shame your lazy old hubby about his rising at 8. Still I know you'd do the same if your working hours were arranged as his are. What time was it you usually crawled out in Washington? You'll have to admit life with your hubby
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