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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January-March 1919

1919-01-31 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

of the truth of my admissions concerning the event and I am just a little inclined to want to crown the guy who dares challenge the fact. Furthermore there won't be no other wedding. Never again!
I'd gladly trade our barely freezing weather for your twenty below kind. I know people do have some heat indoors over there while here it's about the same thing indoors as outdoors, Last week our apartment was if we keep on sufficient clothing.
Honey, I'm doing a bad job of letter unbearable, but now we have some coal and can warm it enough to sit in it writing this time. Taylor has been distracting my attention with the piano racket he was making and the other fellows are engaging me in conversation every few minutes. 
Much work and social stuff the last two days. Last night I went to dinner with Lemon Smith at the Red Mule, a joli petit restaurant. This noon I had Marcel Coulon up to the apartment for lunch. Tonight I've

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of the truth of my admissions concerning the event and I am just a little inclined to want to crown the guy who dares challenge the fact. Furthermore there won't be no other wedding. Never again! I'd gladly trade our barely freezing weather for your twenty below kind. I know people do have some heat indoors over there while here it's about the same thing indoors as outdoors, Last week our apartment was if we keep on sufficient clothing. Honey, I'm doing a bad job of letter unbearable, but now we have some coal and can warm it enough to sit in it writing this time. Taylor has been distracting my attention with the piano racket he was making and the other fellows are engaging me in conversation every few minutes. Much work and social stuff the last two days. Last night I went to dinner with Lemon Smith at the Red Mule, a joli petit restaurant. This noon I had Marcel Coulon up to the apartment for lunch. Tonight I've