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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-11 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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days, judging from the way she downed our bread and butter, jam, and tea. At the same time she endeavored to be the sole center of conversation. This proved to be rather painful because she talked like a high school girl showing off before the boys. She was far from clever, though she tried hard to be and evidently felt she was succeeding. (You see, I know a very, very clever girl to whom to compare them. And believe me, dearest, you are either mighty good or you have me hypnotized. No one else ever quite does the thing of carrying herself off in a crowd so well as you can.) After the young lady had reached her capacity on tea we adjourned to the salon. After much coaxing, which reminded me of the sort I used to hear at country parties, we finally got Nysa to the piano. She played and sang a little song called "Greenwich Village," which was clever, and she did it well. But there the fun ended. The third girl proposed another song, but Nysa vowed it was too risque' to sing to a crowd composed chiefly of new acquaintances. The other girl agreed, and Nysa quit. Suggestions that the other girls contribute to the show. Result -- nothing. There was a little conversation, and then the girls had to leave to get ready for the show. While we were trying to get a little life into the party I wished for you desperately. You wouldn't have denied our demand for moosick,
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days, judging from the way she downed our bread and butter, jam, and tea. At the same time she endeavored to be the sole center of conversation. This proved to be rather painful because she talked like a high school girl showing off before the boys. She was far from clever, though she tried hard to be and evidently felt she was succeeding. (You see, I know a very, very clever girl to whom to compare them. And believe me, dearest, you are either mighty good or you have me hypnotized. No one else ever quite does the thing of carrying herself off in a crowd so well as you can.) After the young lady had reached her capacity on tea we adjourned to the salon. After much coaxing, which reminded me of the sort I used to hear at country parties, we finally got Nysa to the piano. She played and sang a little song called "Greenwich Village," which was clever, and she did it well. But there the fun ended. The third girl proposed another song, but Nysa vowed it was too risque' to sing to a crowd composed chiefly of new acquaintances. The other girl agreed, and Nysa quit. Suggestions that the other girls contribute to the show. Result -- nothing. There was a little conversation, and then the girls had to leave to get ready for the show. While we were trying to get a little life into the party I wished for you desperately. You wouldn't have denied our demand for moosick,
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