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Robert Morriss Browning correspondence to Mabel C. Williams, January-July 1919

1919-03-30 Robert M. Browning to Dr. Mabel C. Williams Page 2

west that I've been dreaming of ever since the week I went to training camp, but prospects for a tenant get worse and worse so that I am now considering an attempt to transfer to cavalry and a continuation in the Army for a while. If I could get an assignment to the Islands or Alaska or even the Army of Occupation I believe I'd stay on even in the Infantry for a while.
If I get out I think I'll take my "slender savings" and beat it off to the northwest to look over Montana and beyond before I settle down. The Sunny South distinctly does not appeal to me. I'm naturally too lazy to live in weather like we have here. It's cold, or cool at least, at nights here, but in the daytime it's just like Iowa in June. You see only "poor whites" and niggers working in the fields. (They're planting cotton now.) And everybody seems to be a bit languid. The businessmen and shop keepers here seem to be wide awake, but I think it is a local boom.
Out at the country club dances one meets these southern belles that fill the novels. They are mighty pleasant to meet but demand an extraordinary amount of attention. If they get it they are very agreeable and seem to try to please but their old fashioned femininity, though a pleasant diversion to a man with my experience with northern girls, doesn't appeal quite as strongly as it might to another. Their helplessness and continual need to be waited upon is rather flattering, but about so much flattery is all a man wants. We all like a little but too much makes us apprehensive.
Please give my greetings to the Dean and the rest of the family.
Did you know I have a niece as well as a nephew?
Bob

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west that I've been dreaming of ever since the week I went to training camp, but prospects for a tenant get worse and worse so that I am now considering an attempt to transfer to cavalry and a continuation in the Army for a while. If I could get an assignment to the Islands or Alaska or even the Army of Occupation I believe I'd stay on even in the Infantry for a while. If I get out I think I'll take my "slender savings" and beat it off to the northwest to look over Montana and beyond before I settle down. The Sunny South distinctly does not appeal to me. I'm naturally too lazy to live in weather like we have here. It's cold, or cool at least, at nights here, but in the daytime it's just like Iowa in June. You see only "poor whites" and niggers working in the fields. (They're planting cotton now.) And everybody seems to be a bit languid. The businessmen and shop keepers here seem to be wide awake, but I think it is a local boom. Out at the country club dances one meets these southern belles that fill the novels. They are mighty pleasant to meet but demand an extraordinary amount of attention. If they get it they are very agreeable and seem to try to please but their old fashioned femininity, though a pleasant diversion to a man with my experience with northern girls, doesn't appeal quite as strongly as it might to another. Their helplessness and continual need to be waited upon is rather flattering, but about so much flattery is all a man wants. We all like a little but too much makes us apprehensive. Please give my greetings to the Dean and the rest of the family. Did you know I have a niece as well as a nephew? Bob