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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 4, Fall 1945

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Whom I had invited to dinner, but no others appeared. So the boys and I finally decided they were not coming, and the three of us to the big Palmer House for dinner, and very good, too. Then out to Clyme’s home where they played for me the Tchaikowsky Second and third Symphonies, which I do not yet have in my collection and which I had never previously has the pleasure of hearing. I shall, however, get them as soon as possible, for they are grand pieces of music. On the first hearing my preference of the two is for the second, but later and repeated listenings may make me change, for both are beautiful and magnificently performed pieces of symphonic work. 
Our talk was mostly og music and of art, with McNutt very happy to find another who prefers Tchaikowsky to any other classic composer, while Clyne thinks him too sentimental, and prefers such greats as Beethoven, Bach, Mahler and Sibelius. 
They showed me samples of their art work, and very excellent I found it. McNutt promised to send me a beautiful Beamont oil painting of a fantastic scene, while Clyne made me the proud possessor of one of the highly-prized ‘Vassos’ books, CONTEMPORE. Thank you, boys, for the splendid gifts. I tried to talk Ron out of his original autographed copy of Merritt’s THE SHIP OF ISHTAR, but naturally had no success, they young gentlemen not being such a fool as to part with it for either love nor money.
Back, then, to my hotel at midnight, for a short sleep, much in need of the rest, for, lo! The first day had been a strenuous and an exciting one. My only regret was that I missed seeing Janda, Robinson and several others there. 
Early the next morning up and breakfasted, then by train to Rockford, and a full day with Th' Youn ' Foo, my younger daughter Jonne. We had a grand visit, she showing me the college, the nursery where she is employed part-time, and some of the city. We spent some time at her room where I had a short nap, muchly needed, and met her two charming roomates. For dinner we went to a place where she had obtained reservations for two big, thick juicy steaks – goshwowboyoboy! At the utterly unearthly hour of 2 a.m. got a bus back to Chicago, sorry not to have been able to stay longer. But another daughter was waiting for me.     
So next to Minneapolis, after a very lovely ride through the beautiful Wisconsin scenery, past winding rivers, beautiful lakes and rolling wooded hills, and for many miles alongside the Mississippi River – Ol’ Man River and Ol’ Man Evans meeting. Hah!
Two nights and day day with my elder daughter, Virginia, whom Dunk calls Th’ Middl’ Foo, and her husband. We saw many beautiful sights in each others’ company. They took me to the U. of Minn. to see and talk to some of the C.O.’s who are undergoing fatigue tests to get them into approximately the same state of mal-nutrition and collapse as many of the peoples of Europe, so that the doctors can study the best methods of diet and cures needed to put the European People most quickly back into the best possible physical and mental conditions. The boys were almost as badly emaciated as those pictures shown of mean released from concentration camps, and in the days yet to follow of their tests would become wholly so. Yet their courage and cheerfulness was high. And they were delighted to think that their sufferings would be of aid and assistance to their unfortunate brothers and sisters over the sea. I acclaim those C.O.’s as truly heroes; their country should, also!

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Whom I had invited to dinner, but no others appeared. So the boys and I finally decided they were not coming, and the three of us to the big Palmer House for dinner, and very good, too. Then out to Clyme’s home where they played for me the Tchaikowsky Second and third Symphonies, which I do not yet have in my collection and which I had never previously has the pleasure of hearing. I shall, however, get them as soon as possible, for they are grand pieces of music. On the first hearing my preference of the two is for the second, but later and repeated listenings may make me change, for both are beautiful and magnificently performed pieces of symphonic work. Our talk was mostly og music and of art, with McNutt very happy to find another who prefers Tchaikowsky to any other classic composer, while Clyne thinks him too sentimental, and prefers such greats as Beethoven, Bach, Mahler and Sibelius. They showed me samples of their art work, and very excellent I found it. McNutt promised to send me a beautiful Beamont oil painting of a fantastic scene, while Clyne made me the proud possessor of one of the highly-prized ‘Vassos’ books, CONTEMPORE. Thank you, boys, for the splendid gifts. I tried to talk Ron out of his original autographed copy of Merritt’s THE SHIP OF ISHTAR, but naturally had no success, they young gentlemen not being such a fool as to part with it for either love nor money. Back, then, to my hotel at midnight, for a short sleep, much in need of the rest, for, lo! The first day had been a strenuous and an exciting one. My only regret was that I missed seeing Janda, Robinson and several others there. Early the next morning up and breakfasted, then by train to Rockford, and a full day with Th' Youn ' Foo, my younger daughter Jonne. We had a grand visit, she showing me the college, the nursery where she is employed part-time, and some of the city. We spent some time at her room where I had a short nap, muchly needed, and met her two charming roomates. For dinner we went to a place where she had obtained reservations for two big, thick juicy steaks – goshwowboyoboy! At the utterly unearthly hour of 2 a.m. got a bus back to Chicago, sorry not to have been able to stay longer. But another daughter was waiting for me. So next to Minneapolis, after a very lovely ride through the beautiful Wisconsin scenery, past winding rivers, beautiful lakes and rolling wooded hills, and for many miles alongside the Mississippi River – Ol’ Man River and Ol’ Man Evans meeting. Hah! Two nights and day day with my elder daughter, Virginia, whom Dunk calls Th’ Middl’ Foo, and her husband. We saw many beautiful sights in each others’ company. They took me to the U. of Minn. to see and talk to some of the C.O.’s who are undergoing fatigue tests to get them into approximately the same state of mal-nutrition and collapse as many of the peoples of Europe, so that the doctors can study the best methods of diet and cures needed to put the European People most quickly back into the best possible physical and mental conditions. The boys were almost as badly emaciated as those pictures shown of mean released from concentration camps, and in the days yet to follow of their tests would become wholly so. Yet their courage and cheerfulness was high. And they were delighted to think that their sufferings would be of aid and assistance to their unfortunate brothers and sisters over the sea. I acclaim those C.O.’s as truly heroes; their country should, also!