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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943
1943-01-03: Page 05
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3 convention in New Jersey to the Worlds Fair. Chuck West met me, and some very pretty girl whose name I wished very much I could remember. I recalled happening on to Hobie Mulock of Des Moines, one of Jim Hoak's good friends. He has since been killed in an auto accident, I believe. After picking up a ticket for "Life with Father" (evening performance) I decided to see the movie "In Which We Serve." It was excellent and deserving of all the fine things which have been said about it. I guess I'm a sucker for depictions of courage, honor, duty, devotion to home and country - my eyes were wet half the time. Incidentally, it was playing at the same the theatre in which Sec Taylor and I saw "Raffles", or something like that, in the winter of 1940. Sec covered the banquet in Philadelphia and Savold's fight in the garden, graciously getting tickets for Anderson and me for the latter. On my way back to the hotel following the movie I had quite an unusual experience. As I stepped off the curb at the corner of 48th st. & 7 Ave, just a few blocks north of Times Square, I heard someone speak my name. Turning around I was confronted by two coast-
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3 convention in New Jersey to the Worlds Fair. Chuck West met me, and some very pretty girl whose name I wished very much I could remember. I recalled happening on to Hobie Mulock of Des Moines, one of Jim Hoak's good friends. He has since been killed in an auto accident, I believe. After picking up a ticket for "Life with Father" (evening performance) I decided to see the movie "In Which We Serve." It was excellent and deserving of all the fine things which have been said about it. I guess I'm a sucker for depictions of courage, honor, duty, devotion to home and country - my eyes were wet half the time. Incidentally, it was playing at the same the theatre in which Sec Taylor and I saw "Raffles", or something like that, in the winter of 1940. Sec covered the banquet in Philadelphia and Savold's fight in the garden, graciously getting tickets for Anderson and me for the latter. On my way back to the hotel following the movie I had quite an unusual experience. As I stepped off the curb at the corner of 48th st. & 7 Ave, just a few blocks north of Times Square, I heard someone speak my name. Turning around I was confronted by two coast-
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