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				<title>Zeller letter September 27, 1942</title>
				<author>John Zeller</author>
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					<persName>Susan Falciani Maldonado</persName>
					<resp>University Archivist and Director of Special Collections</resp>
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					<persName>Diane Jakacki</persName>
					<resp>Digital Scholarship Coordinator</resp>
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				<distributor>Special Collections/University Archives, Bertrand Library</distributor>
				<authority>Bucknell University</authority>
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					<addrLine>Lewisburg</addrLine>
					<addrLine>Pennsylvania</addrLine>
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				John F. Zeller Papers
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					<dateline> OCS Faculty-Materiel<lb/> Ft. Sill, Okla.<lb/> May 5, 1943. </dateline>
					<salute> Dear Mother, Dad, + Grandma, </salute>
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				 Your Sunday letter arrived just before lunch -- and since I have no classes this
					afternoon I shall answer it now. Tonight, I must go to town to pick up two
					summer uniforms. We go into cotton Sunday. 
				 I do wish I could be home for Mothers' Day -- but since I can't, I shall just
					have to be there in spirit only. You know, I think I have the best Mother in the
					world -- even if she was a school teacher. No boy ever had better parents. 
				 So Bud Ranck is to be married. I bet the Ranck's are furious. I'm afraid they
					have clamped down on Bud too much -- this time there is no stopping him. 
				 I'm glad you are finding time to do some reading, Mother. It is a good sign that
					you are not over working or running around doing too many outside things. 
				 When I go into town tonight I shall telegraph you. I want my wardrobe trunk sent
					on. It will be just what I need to store my winter uniforms. I shall buy moth
					balls, etc. and really pack them well. My woolen underwear, sweater, scarf,
					gloves, and all will have to be stored. Send the key separately by mail. 
				 Somehow or other I didn't miss Houseparties this year. But then as I discovered
					when I was home -- almost all of my old gang are gone. Maybe it will be the same
					again. after the war -- but I doubt it. 
				 Is Park Everhart coming to O.C.S.? I shall keep my eye out for him. 
				 The swimming trunks have not yet. arrived -- but I expect they will be along
					this afternoon or tomorrow. 
				 Forrest Brown wrote me last week that the college had purchased Amanda's old
					house. I thought I had written you about it. I'm glad Amanda finally got rid of
					it, for I guess she's had her troubles trying to get her money from the SPE
					boys. 
				 Your Sunday letter was like a jig saw puzzle -- but I finally got the different
					sized. papers in proper order. 
				 Too bad about Herb Griel. Won't he have the stories to tell though when the
					war's over? I hope he gets through the malaria all right. I must remember to
					write to the Griels &amp; Fishers. 
				 Had a card from Jeanne Haynes Thomas. She tells me Estelle Howley -- Bill
					Wright's girl -- is the new WSGA President. 
				 I have another 100 pages to read and then I shall have finished the 2nd Vol. of
					Carl Sandburg's long biography of Lincoln. I hope to finish it by mid-summer.
					It's a work I've wanted to read for some time -- but never got around to it. Now
					I have the time, at least. 
				 Thank goodness I can amuse myself in reading and letter writing -- for I don't
					know what I should do with myself otherwise. Unless one goes in for night
					clubbing -- there isn't anything to do here. An occasional movie and trip to
					town for a meal are my only other amusements. 
				 I just got a bill for $2 -- due each month whether we like it or not -- for
					support of the "Officers Club." This is the 1st time I've been taxed to help
					support a "saloon" -- and as far as I'm concerned that's all it is. I've been
					burned up about it ever since I got the bill. 
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					<salute>Love,<lb/></salute>
					<signed>John</signed>
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