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Helen Angell Fox letters to Bess Peebles Fox, January-May 1944

1944-01-04 Helen Fox to Miss Frances Camp Page 5

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After our two weeks, we reported back here to wait for clearance and sailing orders. One of the girls, Helen Crum, left within a week and I have her APO (New York) number. The other, Mary Bess Doty left several days later for parts unknown (but not unguessed.) I have been assigned to a unit for several weeks, but so far the darned thing hasn't budged. Ah, well this can't go on forever.
Right now I'm lodged in the Blackstone Hotel, a couple of blocks from the White House. My roommate of the present was a buyer for a New York concern; in the next and adjoining room are an ex-grade school teacher from Burlington, Iowa and an ex-social worker from New York. We sleep most of the day and chat most of the night, eating ice cream and hamburgers at the weirdest hours you can imagine. It's very much like a sorority house with no classes. We pack, & repack and shop and eat. Whenever the phone rings we dash because we are sure it is the call that will set things rolling.
I'm very lucky in the friends who are here. Today I had lunch in the holiest of holies, the officer's restaurant of the Pentagon with an ex-suitor and now Lt. Col., Donald Farr, and Maj. Neese, with whom we used to go canoeing on

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5 After our two weeks, we reported back here to wait for clearance and sailing orders. One of the girls, Helen Crum, left within a week and I have her APO (New York) number. The other, Mary Bess Doty left several days later for parts unknown (but not unguessed.) I have been assigned to a unit for several weeks, but so far the darned thing hasn't budged. Ah, well this can't go on forever. Right now I'm lodged in the Blackstone Hotel, a couple of blocks from the White House. My roommate of the present was a buyer for a New York concern; in the next and adjoining room are an ex-grade school teacher from Burlington, Iowa and an ex-social worker from New York. We sleep most of the day and chat most of the night, eating ice cream and hamburgers at the weirdest hours you can imagine. It's very much like a sorority house with no classes. We pack, & repack and shop and eat. Whenever the phone rings we dash because we are sure it is the call that will set things rolling. I'm very lucky in the friends who are here. Today I had lunch in the holiest of holies, the officer's restaurant of the Pentagon with an ex-suitor and now Lt. Col., Donald Farr, and Maj. Neese, with whom we used to go canoeing on