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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943
1943-01-27: Page 01
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Wednesday Jan. 27, 1943 Dear Folks, Why I have been so tardy in writing will become clear as this letter unfolds. This latest chapter of my activities begins on last Saturday afternoon when I left for New York to meet Bob Hogan. Very conveniently, my last flight for the day landed at two-fifteen. I rushed back to the BOQ, changed clothes, grabbed my toilet articles,and was all set. Bill Reiter, of whom I shall say more later, kindly offered to drive me to Kingston, a little town south of Providence, so that I could catch the three twenty-nine. It being on his way home I thought it not to hard on his gas allotment, and readily assented. The ride down on the train was tedious and uncomfortable. It was very crowded, and I had to stand up most of the way. Happily, I am getting used to that sort of thing. It doesn't seem to tire me out so much any more. Checking in at the Commodore around eight oclock - the train was about 45 minutes late - I found a note from Bob saying he was over at the Beaux Arts Apt. A phone call revealed that he had a couple of Iowa girls located and for me to come on over. They weren't the loveliest lasses in the world, but good gals and from good old Iowa which
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Wednesday Jan. 27, 1943 Dear Folks, Why I have been so tardy in writing will become clear as this letter unfolds. This latest chapter of my activities begins on last Saturday afternoon when I left for New York to meet Bob Hogan. Very conveniently, my last flight for the day landed at two-fifteen. I rushed back to the BOQ, changed clothes, grabbed my toilet articles,and was all set. Bill Reiter, of whom I shall say more later, kindly offered to drive me to Kingston, a little town south of Providence, so that I could catch the three twenty-nine. It being on his way home I thought it not to hard on his gas allotment, and readily assented. The ride down on the train was tedious and uncomfortable. It was very crowded, and I had to stand up most of the way. Happily, I am getting used to that sort of thing. It doesn't seem to tire me out so much any more. Checking in at the Commodore around eight oclock - the train was about 45 minutes late - I found a note from Bob saying he was over at the Beaux Arts Apt. A phone call revealed that he had a couple of Iowa girls located and for me to come on over. They weren't the loveliest lasses in the world, but good gals and from good old Iowa which
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