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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943
1943-01-03: Page 04
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the influence of liquor, stopped inside the door, took a look around, then drew a deep breath and let out the wildest, loudest, most blood curdling Tarzan yell I have ever heard. Everybody jumped half out of their seat, women gasped, children cried - and then all gave way to laughter as the large colored boy apolegetically explained that it was New Years and nobody should be asleep. I might add that he repeated his little act several times before getting to New York, and each time it was equally effective. At 3:30 an ensign named Burckhalter and myself dragged from the Penn station to the Penn hotel via the connecting tunnel. Dodging the lingering revelers we signed for the 3rd to last room available and rolled in for some sleep. The next morning Burck went out to see his girl who lived on Long Island, and I perused the paper at breakfast trying to decide what shows or plays to see. Before walking over to the Commodore Hotel where officers can get play tickets at half price, I sat down in the lobby of the Penn to reminisce a bit. The last time I had been there was in June 1940, on my way from the ΦΨ
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the influence of liquor, stopped inside the door, took a look around, then drew a deep breath and let out the wildest, loudest, most blood curdling Tarzan yell I have ever heard. Everybody jumped half out of their seat, women gasped, children cried - and then all gave way to laughter as the large colored boy apolegetically explained that it was New Years and nobody should be asleep. I might add that he repeated his little act several times before getting to New York, and each time it was equally effective. At 3:30 an ensign named Burckhalter and myself dragged from the Penn station to the Penn hotel via the connecting tunnel. Dodging the lingering revelers we signed for the 3rd to last room available and rolled in for some sleep. The next morning Burck went out to see his girl who lived on Long Island, and I perused the paper at breakfast trying to decide what shows or plays to see. Before walking over to the Commodore Hotel where officers can get play tickets at half price, I sat down in the lobby of the Penn to reminisce a bit. The last time I had been there was in June 1940, on my way from the ΦΨ
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