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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-16 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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working at my desk and some of the men and a correspondent were sitting around joking about our coming air-raid. Of a sudden, bump went something in the distance and our doors and windows rattled. We all rushed out into the street to find out what was going on. Others there had heard the noise of a distant explosion. We listened for the sound of airplane motors. Bye and bye we could hear faintly something of that sort. I went out in the garden where Mangan and Alling were entertaining a congressman and his wife. They were listening too and rather interested in trying to make out whether the machines were boches. The humming was not the "zoom-ah-zoom-ah" of the Gothas I had heard over Paris, but I wasn't saying the machines were not boches until I could know what they were going to do. In a few minutes they had passed over without "laying eggs" so we decided they were on our side. This morning we learned that the explosion we heard was of bombs dropped on the railroad ten miles or so north of us. The boches didn't make good on their promise. The congressman is Mr. Shall of Minneapolis! He is blind, so he was able to bring his wife along to do his seeing for him. She is a lovely woman, evidently very fond of her
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working at my desk and some of the men and a correspondent were sitting around joking about our coming air-raid. Of a sudden, bump went something in the distance and our doors and windows rattled. We all rushed out into the street to find out what was going on. Others there had heard the noise of a distant explosion. We listened for the sound of airplane motors. Bye and bye we could hear faintly something of that sort. I went out in the garden where Mangan and Alling were entertaining a congressman and his wife. They were listening too and rather interested in trying to make out whether the machines were boches. The humming was not the "zoom-ah-zoom-ah" of the Gothas I had heard over Paris, but I wasn't saying the machines were not boches until I could know what they were going to do. In a few minutes they had passed over without "laying eggs" so we decided they were on our side. This morning we learned that the explosion we heard was of bombs dropped on the railroad ten miles or so north of us. The boches didn't make good on their promise. The congressman is Mr. Shall of Minneapolis! He is blind, so he was able to bring his wife along to do his seeing for him. She is a lovely woman, evidently very fond of her
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