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Burton Jay Smith and Willametta Turnepseed letters, June-July, 1943
1943-07-03 Page 10
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Sunday Dearest: I feel much better about presiding; I didn't do so bad today. A little more practise and I'll be able to act as if I knew what Roberts' Rules are all about. The morning session didn't start until 11:00, but it went through smoothly and we had the constitution passed by 12:30. Adjourment. Dinner at Mills Cafeteria. We all started out together but somehow at Mills there arrived Burton Crane, Ralph Babcock, Bob Holman, Benton Wetzel (we five shared a table), F. Earl Bonnell, Bayard Oxtoby, Eddie Doss, (an old timer from Milwaukee), Clyde T., & Mr. & Mrs. Martin. I felt a bit odd strolling around with so many assorted men when passer-by looked at me with a puzzled glance that was obviously seeking the source of the fascination. I'm having a wonderful time but down underneath it's spoiled 'cause you aren't here. I want to creep into the shelter of your arms and be held tightly and forget there's any world but that. You know, wars are hard on clinging vines! - over -
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Sunday Dearest: I feel much better about presiding; I didn't do so bad today. A little more practise and I'll be able to act as if I knew what Roberts' Rules are all about. The morning session didn't start until 11:00, but it went through smoothly and we had the constitution passed by 12:30. Adjourment. Dinner at Mills Cafeteria. We all started out together but somehow at Mills there arrived Burton Crane, Ralph Babcock, Bob Holman, Benton Wetzel (we five shared a table), F. Earl Bonnell, Bayard Oxtoby, Eddie Doss, (an old timer from Milwaukee), Clyde T., & Mr. & Mrs. Martin. I felt a bit odd strolling around with so many assorted men when passer-by looked at me with a puzzled glance that was obviously seeking the source of the fascination. I'm having a wonderful time but down underneath it's spoiled 'cause you aren't here. I want to creep into the shelter of your arms and be held tightly and forget there's any world but that. You know, wars are hard on clinging vines! - over -
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