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Nile Kinnick correspondence, March-October 1943
1943-03-27: Front
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Saturday March 27, 1943 Dear Folks, Frank Rogers and I went to Boston yesterday afternoon and returned on tonight's seven oclock train. Frank hails from Darlington, South Carolina and got his college education at Clemson. He is short, slight, dark haired, brown-eyed, studiously neat and correct, quiet mannered, well read, a young man of fine instincts. I enjoy his company, and we had a good time; yet in the absence of my very closest friends I believe I would rather spend my leisure time alone. Why that should be I'm not just sure. It sounds a little selfish, and, certainly, peculiar, but that is the way of it nonetheless. We went to a movie Friday night co-featured with a stage show featuring Bob Chester's orchestra, John Boles, and Dixie Dunbar. For me John appeared quite out of character. He looked more like a well-groomed gentleman from the consular service than a singer of popular songs, and his voice and style did little to correct that impression. Dixie danced a little and sang a little, but failed to ring the bell. In the language of the dramatic critics, she was pert and perky - that is about the best I could give her. Brian Aherne and Loretta Young were mildly amusing in the cinema - no more, no less. In the morning while strolling around window shopping I ran into Wayne Mason and his wife. Wayne played football at Iowa under Solem and Kay worked at the Union, I believe. We had a good visit and exchanged news of the whereabouts of mutual ac-
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Saturday March 27, 1943 Dear Folks, Frank Rogers and I went to Boston yesterday afternoon and returned on tonight's seven oclock train. Frank hails from Darlington, South Carolina and got his college education at Clemson. He is short, slight, dark haired, brown-eyed, studiously neat and correct, quiet mannered, well read, a young man of fine instincts. I enjoy his company, and we had a good time; yet in the absence of my very closest friends I believe I would rather spend my leisure time alone. Why that should be I'm not just sure. It sounds a little selfish, and, certainly, peculiar, but that is the way of it nonetheless. We went to a movie Friday night co-featured with a stage show featuring Bob Chester's orchestra, John Boles, and Dixie Dunbar. For me John appeared quite out of character. He looked more like a well-groomed gentleman from the consular service than a singer of popular songs, and his voice and style did little to correct that impression. Dixie danced a little and sang a little, but failed to ring the bell. In the language of the dramatic critics, she was pert and perky - that is about the best I could give her. Brian Aherne and Loretta Young were mildly amusing in the cinema - no more, no less. In the morning while strolling around window shopping I ran into Wayne Mason and his wife. Wayne played football at Iowa under Solem and Kay worked at the Union, I believe. We had a good visit and exchanged news of the whereabouts of mutual ac-
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