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Conger Reynolds correspondence, May 1918
1918-05-01 Conger Reynolds to Daphe Reynolds Page 2
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to Washington seemed a long time to wait? But one could telegraph then - and one did, n'est ce pas? You tell the world, kid. Nearly all the afternoon I've been digging and planting in the garden. There was a lull in work in the censure and the day seemed to invite one into the open. Knowing I need exercise to keep from becoming obese, I decided to make the exercise useful in winning the war. You remember the big sign on Pennsylvania avenue, "Food Will Win the War," yes? Well, I must have brought the winning a great deal nearer by my afternoon's work. Martine provided the seeds - flagelets, laitue, radis, oignons - which I think are beans, lettuce, radishes, and onions. I turned up the soil, raked it, and put in eight or ten rows. From time to time Martine came out to stand with hands on her hips shaking her fat sides at the extraordinary spectacle of an officer and a ge'man become gardner. Her amusement reached its highest pitch when she discovered me putting in what I had mistaken for onion sets. I don't know now what the stuff was except that she uses the tops to flavor the soup. The tubers, she swore, would grow no larger even when carefully set out in line with abundant space between as I had fixed them. Anyway as the result of my work I have a delightful feeling of physical weariness and hopes that my crop will lessen the
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to Washington seemed a long time to wait? But one could telegraph then - and one did, n'est ce pas? You tell the world, kid. Nearly all the afternoon I've been digging and planting in the garden. There was a lull in work in the censure and the day seemed to invite one into the open. Knowing I need exercise to keep from becoming obese, I decided to make the exercise useful in winning the war. You remember the big sign on Pennsylvania avenue, "Food Will Win the War," yes? Well, I must have brought the winning a great deal nearer by my afternoon's work. Martine provided the seeds - flagelets, laitue, radis, oignons - which I think are beans, lettuce, radishes, and onions. I turned up the soil, raked it, and put in eight or ten rows. From time to time Martine came out to stand with hands on her hips shaking her fat sides at the extraordinary spectacle of an officer and a ge'man become gardner. Her amusement reached its highest pitch when she discovered me putting in what I had mistaken for onion sets. I don't know now what the stuff was except that she uses the tops to flavor the soup. The tubers, she swore, would grow no larger even when carefully set out in line with abundant space between as I had fixed them. Anyway as the result of my work I have a delightful feeling of physical weariness and hopes that my crop will lessen the
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