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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943
1943-01-03: Page 07
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4 throughout. (Pet) peeve: - those vacant minded patrons who laugh so loudly, and long, that you miss the immediately succeeding line; those who maintain a whispered commentary throughout the play). On Friday I thought that I would see "Random Harvest" playing at Radio City. On my way up there - 50th st. at the Penn Hotel is on 33rd - I paused at Rockefeller Center to watch the skaters on the artificially maintained ice rink. It would be a rather novel experience to cavort there, I suppose, but give me the old Coon River every time. The line at the ticket office discouraged me from seeing Greer Garson, that winsome lady of much charm - and lovely legs - so I went to see Noel Coward's "Blithe Spirit" instead. It was very clever and kept me chuckling for two hours. Having previously taken my bags from the Penn Station to the Grand Central in a cab, I now hustled to make my six oclock train. Hurrying last on 43rd I passed the Columbia University Club where Anderson and I stayed for the Iowa Alumnae dinner, and a little farther down the Christian
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4 throughout. (Pet) peeve: - those vacant minded patrons who laugh so loudly, and long, that you miss the immediately succeeding line; those who maintain a whispered commentary throughout the play). On Friday I thought that I would see "Random Harvest" playing at Radio City. On my way up there - 50th st. at the Penn Hotel is on 33rd - I paused at Rockefeller Center to watch the skaters on the artificially maintained ice rink. It would be a rather novel experience to cavort there, I suppose, but give me the old Coon River every time. The line at the ticket office discouraged me from seeing Greer Garson, that winsome lady of much charm - and lovely legs - so I went to see Noel Coward's "Blithe Spirit" instead. It was very clever and kept me chuckling for two hours. Having previously taken my bags from the Penn Station to the Grand Central in a cab, I now hustled to make my six oclock train. Hurrying last on 43rd I passed the Columbia University Club where Anderson and I stayed for the Iowa Alumnae dinner, and a little farther down the Christian
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