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Conger Reynolds correspondence, July 1918
1918-07-17 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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Is it a go or shall I bring Martine back to preside in our kitchen? You'll find me an easy man to please. Ask my mother or sister if either ever had any trouble satisfying my tastes. But I know you'll be clever at that as at everything else. I don't forget how famously you fed me at Curtis Court oncet upon a time. For dinner tonight we had two congressmen. Yes, they tasted very good. Afterward we took them out in our garden. There we could hear, though rather faintly, the sound of guns on the front thirty miles away. It was enough to thrill them. They've gone to bed with the feeling that they are close to the war; I wager they are much more excited about it than the boys up in the dugouts amid the guns themselves. Yesterday Lieutenant Alling had a birthday. He was twenty-two. We had a special dinner under lighted candles and wished him many more. Miss Pollard, a nurse who is fond of the boy hooked a ride in from her hospital to bring him a big boquet and grace the dinner party with her presence. And Martine presented a boquet and made a fine speech. It's downright hot tonight, as it has been all day. Even in my P.D.Q's I have been uncomfortably warm. I suppose the thermometer does not register very high, but hot weather is so unusual that one feels it. I'm beginning to be able again to comprehend what you mean when you talk of being distracted by hot
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Is it a go or shall I bring Martine back to preside in our kitchen? You'll find me an easy man to please. Ask my mother or sister if either ever had any trouble satisfying my tastes. But I know you'll be clever at that as at everything else. I don't forget how famously you fed me at Curtis Court oncet upon a time. For dinner tonight we had two congressmen. Yes, they tasted very good. Afterward we took them out in our garden. There we could hear, though rather faintly, the sound of guns on the front thirty miles away. It was enough to thrill them. They've gone to bed with the feeling that they are close to the war; I wager they are much more excited about it than the boys up in the dugouts amid the guns themselves. Yesterday Lieutenant Alling had a birthday. He was twenty-two. We had a special dinner under lighted candles and wished him many more. Miss Pollard, a nurse who is fond of the boy hooked a ride in from her hospital to bring him a big boquet and grace the dinner party with her presence. And Martine presented a boquet and made a fine speech. It's downright hot tonight, as it has been all day. Even in my P.D.Q's I have been uncomfortably warm. I suppose the thermometer does not register very high, but hot weather is so unusual that one feels it. I'm beginning to be able again to comprehend what you mean when you talk of being distracted by hot
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