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

1944-02-08 Helen Fox to Bess Peebles Fox Page 2

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Last night a new roommate appeared, just back from England. She is very interesting and has loads of good pictures. She was in a camp club at Stratford-on-Avon. They took over the White Swan Inn, which I remembered. She was sent back after just a few months because they thought she had rheumatic fever. Now they can't find a trace of it. She's annoyed.
I'll probably be sending things home, some that I want to, and some that I'd like to take. I'll tie together stuff I'm likely to want and will take a list of it. Then when I can, I'll ask you to send it bit by bit.
I'm going to miss the fellows out at Forest Glen like the dickens. If I get all packed I may go out tomorrow night just for fun. Lucy Powers, my roommate who took Helen Dike's bed, has been interviewing for the Army's Reconditioning classes they are giving in the mornings. They have to sign up for classes. She was laughing last night about one goodlooking, lively little lad with black eyes. He's a riot, anyway, and has everyone on the bus in a state of helpless mirth whenever he goes out on pass. When she asked him what classes he wanted it seems that he said "I haven't had no education and I don't want none of it!" Continuing her interviewing she found that his name was Harry Micas (?), his father is head of the history dept. at Chicago and often appears on the Round Table, and Harry himself had had two or three years at Chicago before he

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2 Last night a new roommate appeared, just back from England. She is very interesting and has loads of good pictures. She was in a camp club at Stratford-on-Avon. They took over the White Swan Inn, which I remembered. She was sent back after just a few months because they thought she had rheumatic fever. Now they can't find a trace of it. She's annoyed. I'll probably be sending things home, some that I want to, and some that I'd like to take. I'll tie together stuff I'm likely to want and will take a list of it. Then when I can, I'll ask you to send it bit by bit. I'm going to miss the fellows out at Forest Glen like the dickens. If I get all packed I may go out tomorrow night just for fun. Lucy Powers, my roommate who took Helen Dike's bed, has been interviewing for the Army's Reconditioning classes they are giving in the mornings. They have to sign up for classes. She was laughing last night about one goodlooking, lively little lad with black eyes. He's a riot, anyway, and has everyone on the bus in a state of helpless mirth whenever he goes out on pass. When she asked him what classes he wanted it seems that he said "I haven't had no education and I don't want none of it!" Continuing her interviewing she found that his name was Harry Micas (?), his father is head of the history dept. at Chicago and often appears on the Round Table, and Harry himself had had two or three years at Chicago before he