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Robert Morriss Browning correspondence to Mabel C. Williams, April-June 1918

1918-05-19 Robert M. Browning To Dr. Mabel C. Williams Page 4

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intention of said club that we should bring nothing but our uniforms. It seems there are numerous young ladies who are desirous of "closer social relations with the officers of the garrison." or words to that effect and they want us to come and dance with 'em. I don't know how I'll break the news to Miss McC. as she seemed vastly pleased at the prospect of a nice large military ball at said club, not having been there for some time and it being one of the best clubs in the community. Guess I'll have to go anyway and meet some of the gay young things form the front families. I found the poem I wrote you about. It's "The Power of the Dog," and I found it in a c collection of Kipling's poems. I copied it but don't find the envelope I wrote it on. You might not care for it but there's a lot of truth in it. "Why give your heart to a dog to tear?" When you come to think o it, why should we? Yet everybody does it! It's lovely of you to be so good to me about the sox. Tell Miss Howarth that I am very happy at the prospect of having a pair of the fancy spiral ones made by your joint efforts. The news about the department was most welcome. I'm glad you approve of Mr. W. He impressed me as a harmless affair that meant well. But, of course, I didn't really know him. Tell people "howdy" for me. I rejoice with Dr. Marie in her large opportunity and sympathize with Hansen in his impatience. I too am watching the "Army & Navy Journal" every week to see if there are any nominations sent to the Senate. I'm 21 files from the top, you know and with the thousands of lieutenants hope it won't be long before I'm at the bottom of another set of files. If I get that first lieutenancy before long I may come down, in spite of what I wrote yesterday, to show off my silver bars. "Tattoo" has sounded. I haven't slept much for a week so I'll hie me off to slumberland. May your dreams be pleasant and may you wake up some morning to find they've all come true. Bob
 
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