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Nile Kinnick correspondence, March-October 1943
1943-05-30: Front
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FROM THE DAILY IOWAN 13 OCTOBER 1943 TO CELIA PEAIRS (LETTER FROM CELIA PEAIRS TO PAUL [BAENDER?] APRIL 1940) Monday May 31, 1943 Dear ----- Your welcome letter reached me last night, here in this far away place of which I am permitted to tell you nothing. Carrier life is interesting and adventurous, but after a time it begins to drag. Word from you boosted my spirits no end. Am so glad you could speak enthusiastically of your visit in Iowa City. That little town means so much to me -- the scene of growth and development during vital years -- joy and melancholy, struggle and triumph. It is almost like home. I love the people, the campus, the trees, everything about it. And it is beautiful in the spring. Ah, for those days of laughter and picnics when the grass was newly green and about a grab and a half high. I hope your friend showed you through the Union, the Fine Arts Bldg., the Little Theatre of which we are so proud. And I hope you strolled off across the golf course just at twilight and felt the peace and quiet of an Iowa evening, just as I used to do. Nile C. Kinnick Ensign U.S.N.R. THE LETTER ABOVE is one of the last written by Iowa's Ens. Nile Kinnick, who died tragically last June when his navy plane crashed into the sea. It was received by a friend of his in Des Moines who prefers to remain anonymous. The letter says: "Your welcome letter reached me last night here in this far away place of which I am permitted to tell you nothing. Carrier life is interesting and adventurous, but after a time it begins to drag... Word from you boosted my spirits no end. Am so glad you could speak enthusiastically of your visit in Iowa City. That little town means so much to me-- is almost like home. I love the people, the campus, the trees, everything about it. And it is beautiful in the spring. Ah, for those days of laughter and picnics when the grass was newly green and about a grab and a half high. I hope your friend showed you through the Union, the Fine Arts Bldg., the Little Theater of which we are so proud. And I hope you strolled off across the golf course just at twilight and felt the peace and quiet of an Iowa evening, just as I used to do. NILE C. KINNICK
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FROM THE DAILY IOWAN 13 OCTOBER 1943 TO CELIA PEAIRS (LETTER FROM CELIA PEAIRS TO PAUL [BAENDER?] APRIL 1940) Monday May 31, 1943 Dear ----- Your welcome letter reached me last night, here in this far away place of which I am permitted to tell you nothing. Carrier life is interesting and adventurous, but after a time it begins to drag. Word from you boosted my spirits no end. Am so glad you could speak enthusiastically of your visit in Iowa City. That little town means so much to me -- the scene of growth and development during vital years -- joy and melancholy, struggle and triumph. It is almost like home. I love the people, the campus, the trees, everything about it. And it is beautiful in the spring. Ah, for those days of laughter and picnics when the grass was newly green and about a grab and a half high. I hope your friend showed you through the Union, the Fine Arts Bldg., the Little Theatre of which we are so proud. And I hope you strolled off across the golf course just at twilight and felt the peace and quiet of an Iowa evening, just as I used to do. Nile C. Kinnick Ensign U.S.N.R. THE LETTER ABOVE is one of the last written by Iowa's Ens. Nile Kinnick, who died tragically last June when his navy plane crashed into the sea. It was received by a friend of his in Des Moines who prefers to remain anonymous. The letter says: "Your welcome letter reached me last night here in this far away place of which I am permitted to tell you nothing. Carrier life is interesting and adventurous, but after a time it begins to drag... Word from you boosted my spirits no end. Am so glad you could speak enthusiastically of your visit in Iowa City. That little town means so much to me-- is almost like home. I love the people, the campus, the trees, everything about it. And it is beautiful in the spring. Ah, for those days of laughter and picnics when the grass was newly green and about a grab and a half high. I hope your friend showed you through the Union, the Fine Arts Bldg., the Little Theater of which we are so proud. And I hope you strolled off across the golf course just at twilight and felt the peace and quiet of an Iowa evening, just as I used to do. NILE C. KINNICK
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