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Conger Reynolds correspondence, March 16-31, 1918

1918-03-16 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 2

with it, and I'll perhaps be hunting another job because of some of the things I've taught my chorus to do. I picked out a keen bunch, have arranged for some nifty costumes, and the thing is going with pep. I suppose this is not of much interest to you, but all I know is my work so what else can I write? I could say "I love you" about a hundred times and call that a letter, but when I say it once, it means everything so why the repetition?
There is no gossip except that we have almost finished the measles. I've taken care of about six cases, and I think we are finished at last. We sure had a run of them. And then came the blow!! Honestly, I've scratched my head nearly off because it was my dining room girl who started things. She had a fine collection, I hear. I got a "fine comb" and a bunch of teachers, and we nearly tore each others hair all out in our mad search.
You remember the Milam twins, Sam and Bob? They are Mrs. Stockard's  grandchildren, and they are real terrors. Today the "kindergarten" teacher had one of her classes prepare a description of some girl in school. The others were supposed to "guess who." When Mrs. Key called on Bob he said "I know a girl with pink hair, cat eyes, and a head

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with it, and I'll perhaps be hunting another job because of some of the things I've taught my chorus to do. I picked out a keen bunch, have arranged for some nifty costumes, and the thing is going with pep. I suppose this is not of much interest to you, but all I know is my work so what else can I write? I could say "I love you" about a hundred times and call that a letter, but when I say it once, it means everything so why the repetition? There is no gossip except that we have almost finished the measles. I've taken care of about six cases, and I think we are finished at last. We sure had a run of them. And then came the blow!! Honestly, I've scratched my head nearly off because it was my dining room girl who started things. She had a fine collection, I hear. I got a "fine comb" and a bunch of teachers, and we nearly tore each others hair all out in our mad search. You remember the Milam twins, Sam and Bob? They are Mrs. Stockard's grandchildren, and they are real terrors. Today the "kindergarten" teacher had one of her classes prepare a description of some girl in school. The others were supposed to "guess who." When Mrs. Key called on Bob he said "I know a girl with pink hair, cat eyes, and a head