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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-19 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 5
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let my imagination run wild a thousand directions, always seeking a way to join my hubby, but __. Have you ever heard anything of Frank Apple with the b-y? He has faded right out of existence. I wonder whether he is still interested in his wife? A drefful thing to say, but I don't feel very strongly toward that young man. Oh, we had so much fun watching the boys who were going to Ames & Des Moines while we were on our way here. They were "kidding" every one in the coach, and kidding each other about the camp life they were about to begin. There was only one real "rough neck" among them, and he was awful. I was knitting on a pink and white shawl for Aunt Flo, and this dude kept threatening to come up and "get next the girl with the green earrings! The other boys tried to shut him off, but he wasn't shutable. He passed us several times and a curious stare from me at his necktie, or awful shoes generally skeered him away but once he came when I was working on a knot, so he stopped and
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let my imagination run wild a thousand directions, always seeking a way to join my hubby, but __. Have you ever heard anything of Frank Apple with the b-y? He has faded right out of existence. I wonder whether he is still interested in his wife? A drefful thing to say, but I don't feel very strongly toward that young man. Oh, we had so much fun watching the boys who were going to Ames & Des Moines while we were on our way here. They were "kidding" every one in the coach, and kidding each other about the camp life they were about to begin. There was only one real "rough neck" among them, and he was awful. I was knitting on a pink and white shawl for Aunt Flo, and this dude kept threatening to come up and "get next the girl with the green earrings! The other boys tried to shut him off, but he wasn't shutable. He passed us several times and a curious stare from me at his necktie, or awful shoes generally skeered him away but once he came when I was working on a knot, so he stopped and
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