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Conger Reynolds correspondence, July 1918

1918-07-17 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

preacher man, even before you got to the point of explaining why he was coming to see you.  So there!  I'm such an angel myself that I have no fear of competition for my wife's affection from any reverend brother.
   No, I haven't seen Jack Pickford in "Seventeen."  I am hopelessly behind the times regarding the movies.  I never see American films any more - not even Doug Fairbanks.  And with Arthur gone so that I can no longer hear the story of old, Doug features I am in a sorry pickle.
   Your tales of the baby's pranks are most amusing.  I should like to see that youngster.  When John was about two I used to have piles of fun with him.  Answering your question - no, I never rocked a baby to sleep.  Your way of doing it sounds as if it would be great fun for both you and the youngster.  I wish I might have watched.
   I get from this last letter what you meant in an earlier reference to "certain newspaper accounts." Of course I wasn't the conducting officer with Gibbons when he was hit.  My friend Hartzell was, and he had a thrilling adventure which I'll tell you about some time.  The same afternoon I was near them with some other correspondents but not in such a dangerous

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preacher man, even before you got to the point of explaining why he was coming to see you. So there! I'm such an angel myself that I have no fear of competition for my wife's affection from any reverend brother. No, I haven't seen Jack Pickford in "Seventeen." I am hopelessly behind the times regarding the movies. I never see American films any more - not even Doug Fairbanks. And with Arthur gone so that I can no longer hear the story of old, Doug features I am in a sorry pickle. Your tales of the baby's pranks are most amusing. I should like to see that youngster. When John was about two I used to have piles of fun with him. Answering your question - no, I never rocked a baby to sleep. Your way of doing it sounds as if it would be great fun for both you and the youngster. I wish I might have watched. I get from this last letter what you meant in an earlier reference to "certain newspaper accounts." Of course I wasn't the conducting officer with Gibbons when he was hit. My friend Hartzell was, and he had a thrilling adventure which I'll tell you about some time. The same afternoon I was near them with some other correspondents but not in such a dangerous