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Nile Kinnick correspondence, January-December 1941

1941-01-28: Page 03

Say,   I have been in touch with Tate Cummins again, and it happened that
I wrote him just after he had sent you the small picture of the ND game.
I asked him for a 16 x 20 print,  or thereabouts,  to match the pictures
taken by the Register and the  Waterloo paper.    He responded at once with
a promise, but the picture hasn't shown up yet. I asked him to autograph
it,  too.  Maybe he will send it to you,  and perhaps direct to me.  If you
receive it, please send it on at your convenience so that I may have it
framed.    The three should constitute a  saga in themselves.
I am about three-fourths finished with Van Paassens's "Days of our Years."
My, what a picture he paints. Assuming that he hasn't laid his colors
on too thick, he gives you the distinct impression that this war business
and international politics and  imperial colonization is a sad,  sordid and
bloody business. Tho some of his stories may describe somewhat isolated
cases, I take  little issue with him on general conclusions.  Who are these
guys who dwell  on the glories of war.   The  incidents he described when he
was mustered out in Canada sounded like the bull's eye to me.    The next
Book of the Month is supposed to be a dandy,  possibly something of the
same tenor.
Benson lost two games to South last Saturday,   by two points each.  George
did not play.  To-night they played Tech, and  the second team won but
the varsity  lost  by  two  points.  Geo. played four minutes.    He had no
comment to make on your sharpshooting as described  in your last letter.
And tho your flippancy with the weights sounds  like a Herculean holiday
I must confess ignorance of the terms  'pressed', 'cleaned' and  'jerked'.
Sounds more  like a pantorium or soda fountain.   I am afraid  that my
membership at the club has been dwindling lately as many other matters
seem to take precedence.    Last Sunday morning I shoveled off all the
walks, drive and ally, solo, and in record   time. One hour for eight
inches  of snow.
Harold Keynen is in town,  since ten days ago, with a crew of book hatchetmen.    He came up to the office last week for a visit and we had him for
dinner last Saturday.    He is married  since last September but his wife
stayed  in Denver where she has a job.    He has taken a new assignment
since Christmas,  selling the Book of Knowledge after four years with
the Britannica.    He is not sure that he likes this,  and may go back to B.
We had a good visit and  learned considerable of the technique.   Mother
recognized  much of the art.    We felt quite safe  in his company as we
have his line in our library,  as you will remember.
I brought home the current issue of the Digest,  as you suggested,  and
we find  it highly  interesting.  It is rather a remarkable journalistic
effort,  and  it  is pleasing and comforting to know that you enjoy it and
will have it to look forward to for many,  many years.
Love

 Pop

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Say, I have been in touch with Tate Cummins again, and it happened that I wrote him just after he had sent you the small picture of the ND game. I asked him for a 16 x 20 print, or thereabouts, to match the pictures taken by the Register and the Waterloo paper. He responded at once with a promise, but the picture hasn't shown up yet. I asked him to autograph it, too. Maybe he will send it to you, and perhaps direct to me. If you receive it, please send it on at your convenience so that I may have it framed. The three should constitute a saga in themselves. I am about three-fourths finished with Van Paassens's "Days of our Years." My, what a picture he paints. Assuming that he hasn't laid his colors on too thick, he gives you the distinct impression that this war business and international politics and imperial colonization is a sad, sordid and bloody business. Tho some of his stories may describe somewhat isolated cases, I take little issue with him on general conclusions. Who are these guys who dwell on the glories of war. The incidents he described when he was mustered out in Canada sounded like the bull's eye to me. The next Book of the Month is supposed to be a dandy, possibly something of the same tenor. Benson lost two games to South last Saturday, by two points each. George did not play. To-night they played Tech, and the second team won but the varsity lost by two points. Geo. played four minutes. He had no comment to make on your sharpshooting as described in your last letter. And tho your flippancy with the weights sounds like a Herculean holiday I must confess ignorance of the terms 'pressed', 'cleaned' and 'jerked'. Sounds more like a pantorium or soda fountain. I am afraid that my membership at the club has been dwindling lately as many other matters seem to take precedence. Last Sunday morning I shoveled off all the walks, drive and ally, solo, and in record time. One hour for eight inches of snow. Harold Keynen is in town, since ten days ago, with a crew of book hatchetmen. He came up to the office last week for a visit and we had him for dinner last Saturday. He is married since last September but his wife stayed in Denver where she has a job. He has taken a new assignment since Christmas, selling the Book of Knowledge after four years with the Britannica. He is not sure that he likes this, and may go back to B. We had a good visit and learned considerable of the technique. Mother recognized much of the art. We felt quite safe in his company as we have his line in our library, as you will remember. I brought home the current issue of the Digest, as you suggested, and we find it highly interesting. It is rather a remarkable journalistic effort, and it is pleasing and comforting to know that you enjoy it and will have it to look forward to for many, many years. Love Pop