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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-01 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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glance as a place I shouldn't be able to put up with overnight. The woman was wild-eyed and sloppy and the room dark, dirty and dismal. I went back and told the b.o. that I had been too long in this town and knew the billeting game too well to have anything like his choice put over on me. He pleaded that he was hard pressed, having a town full of officers and few places left vacant. Knowing he was more or less nearly truthful on the point, but unwilling to accept what he had to offer, I gave him up and went out on a search of my own. Almost at once I had the good luck to find a room inn the lawyer's house right across the street from our office and the Guest House. And tonight I am in it writing at a big, solid round table, by candlelight, to my sweetheart. The room is nothing to brag about - certainly not comparable to the last two I have been in, but it will do well enough. It is commodious and clean and adequately, if not luxuriously, furnished. The people are very nice and probably of a higher grade of intelligence than the average one gets in with when billeted. I have seen so far only the fat madam and the maid and the buxom daughter. The latter is fairly good looking, and of course I expect to flirt with her a great deal to keep even with you for going to lunch with sody-clerks and picking up men on trains.
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glance as a place I shouldn't be able to put up with overnight. The woman was wild-eyed and sloppy and the room dark, dirty and dismal. I went back and told the b.o. that I had been too long in this town and knew the billeting game too well to have anything like his choice put over on me. He pleaded that he was hard pressed, having a town full of officers and few places left vacant. Knowing he was more or less nearly truthful on the point, but unwilling to accept what he had to offer, I gave him up and went out on a search of my own. Almost at once I had the good luck to find a room inn the lawyer's house right across the street from our office and the Guest House. And tonight I am in it writing at a big, solid round table, by candlelight, to my sweetheart. The room is nothing to brag about - certainly not comparable to the last two I have been in, but it will do well enough. It is commodious and clean and adequately, if not luxuriously, furnished. The people are very nice and probably of a higher grade of intelligence than the average one gets in with when billeted. I have seen so far only the fat madam and the maid and the buxom daughter. The latter is fairly good looking, and of course I expect to flirt with her a great deal to keep even with you for going to lunch with sody-clerks and picking up men on trains.
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