Monday, April 16, 2012

Winter Story

March 15, 1917 / Ft. Pierre, So. Dak.
To Mrs. M. M. Corey

It's great weather we’re having. Some days like the good old summer time and some like Greenland’s icy mountains. Most every one around here is “fighting a cold.” A small lad of my acquaintance seems to be suffering with a cold in the head and as a matter of course his friends suffer with him. I asked him once if he hadn’t a handkerchief. He felt in his pocket and replied “No, but I got a cork.” He was so amazed at my amusement that I didn’t even suggest him using the cork.

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