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Nile Kinnick correspondence, August-December 1940

1940-08-05: Page 01

Monday  [Aug. 5, 1940]
Dear Bob.
I am writing this letter and planning to give it to your mother
to forward as soon as she knows an address where she can reach
you.
I enjoyed your letter and card very much--thanks so much for
taking the trouble to write.  I can fully appreciate your descrition of the Sierra Nevada country even though I am sure
you felt at the time you couldn't truly express what you saw
and felt. It is truly beautiful up in that section--I would
certainly like to get back out in there again sometime. You
will see much more of similar beauty up in the Northwest if
you get a chance to drive around a little. At your first opportunity you want to take a trip up to Mt. Rainier Park.  It
probably can't be beaten anywhere in the country.  I am quite
positive that you will like it up in the Puget Sound country
and hope that you will be able to hook on somewhere to your
advantage. However, if for any reason it turns out that you
don't like the country or that you can't find a decent job
within a reasonable length of time and your better judgement
tells you that it would be wise to come on back home for goodness sake don't let any false pride hold you back. I don't
think you will be confronted with that decision but if you
should it is just a suggestion.
On Wed, I ammgoing back to Adel for a few days before I go into
Chicago. I plan to work out a little bit in the park, play some
golf, and possible have a date or two before settling down to
the old grind. I don't exactly dread the next two weeks and yet
at the same time it isn't with a great deal of fire that I
anticipate another pre-season practice. However, out of the whole
deal a proposition may come that will make me glad I have gone
through with it. Yea or nea I know for sure that this year is
the last for this pickaninny as a football player.
This morning I went out early to play golf at the Field Club.
The results were absolutely nauseating--that is a succinct
statement but pregnated with feeling. If I hadn't seen it with
mine own eyes I would not have believed one fellow could do so
poorly. Absolutely disgusting. Yesterday afternoon I played on
the same course with Red Spring and his boss.  I had an 85 with
a 40 on the first nine.  It really was just as bad as today even
though the score is fairly respectable.  Its hard to figure out.
About a week ago I trotted over to Dundee by myself--all relaxed
and not giving a hoop whether I did well or not, just wanted a
little exercise.  I came in with a legitimate 77 and missed a
two foot putt on the 18th for 76. But of course nobody believes
that since noboby was with me.
I went down to chin it a littleebit with Art the other night--down
at the Station. It turns out his gal is in town and staying a few
days at his place. So we pick her up and go out for a little
ride, buy some ice cream, and hit a few golf balls at the driving
range. All in all a pretty good time. She is a rather cute little
snipe though she would in no wise appeal to us in anyway--which
may be a point in her favor. Certainly when a guy finds a girl
that really appeals to him he must be in seventh heaven. Little
old Artie was all peaceful and contented all the while she was
around--that was easy to see.  I wish you would hurry up and get

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Monday [Aug. 5, 1940] Dear Bob. I am writing this letter and planning to give it to your mother to forward as soon as she knows an address where she can reach you. I enjoyed your letter and card very much--thanks so much for taking the trouble to write. I can fully appreciate your descrition of the Sierra Nevada country even though I am sure you felt at the time you couldn't truly express what you saw and felt. It is truly beautiful up in that section--I would certainly like to get back out in there again sometime. You will see much more of similar beauty up in the Northwest if you get a chance to drive around a little. At your first opportunity you want to take a trip up to Mt. Rainier Park. It probably can't be beaten anywhere in the country. I am quite positive that you will like it up in the Puget Sound country and hope that you will be able to hook on somewhere to your advantage. However, if for any reason it turns out that you don't like the country or that you can't find a decent job within a reasonable length of time and your better judgement tells you that it would be wise to come on back home for goodness sake don't let any false pride hold you back. I don't think you will be confronted with that decision but if you should it is just a suggestion. On Wed, I ammgoing back to Adel for a few days before I go into Chicago. I plan to work out a little bit in the park, play some golf, and possible have a date or two before settling down to the old grind. I don't exactly dread the next two weeks and yet at the same time it isn't with a great deal of fire that I anticipate another pre-season practice. However, out of the whole deal a proposition may come that will make me glad I have gone through with it. Yea or nea I know for sure that this year is the last for this pickaninny as a football player. This morning I went out early to play golf at the Field Club. The results were absolutely nauseating--that is a succinct statement but pregnated with feeling. If I hadn't seen it with mine own eyes I would not have believed one fellow could do so poorly. Absolutely disgusting. Yesterday afternoon I played on the same course with Red Spring and his boss. I had an 85 with a 40 on the first nine. It really was just as bad as today even though the score is fairly respectable. Its hard to figure out. About a week ago I trotted over to Dundee by myself--all relaxed and not giving a hoop whether I did well or not, just wanted a little exercise. I came in with a legitimate 77 and missed a two foot putt on the 18th for 76. But of course nobody believes that since noboby was with me. I went down to chin it a littleebit with Art the other night--down at the Station. It turns out his gal is in town and staying a few days at his place. So we pick her up and go out for a little ride, buy some ice cream, and hit a few golf balls at the driving range. All in all a pretty good time. She is a rather cute little snipe though she would in no wise appeal to us in anyway--which may be a point in her favor. Certainly when a guy finds a girl that really appeals to him he must be in seventh heaven. Little old Artie was all peaceful and contented all the while she was around--that was easy to see. I wish you would hurry up and get