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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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				<opener><dateline> Staff &amp; Faculty-Dept. Materiel<lb/> Field Artillery
						School<lb/> April 22, 1943<lb/>
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					<salute> Dear Mother, Dad, + Grandma -- </salute></opener>
				 What are you folks trying to do, fatten me up? I've hardly gotten away with the
					cake when along comes another box full of candy. Allen + Mary sent me candy too
					-- and so did Alice. So my lander is full again -- and you know me when there is
					food around. I just can't leave it alone. Please don't send anymore for a long
					time. I do appreciate it, of course, but its really not good for me. 
				 When I was in O.C.S., the mess hall chow occasionally had to be supplemented by
					candy and ice cream -- but not so my new mess hall. So far I've enjoyed every
					meal they've served. So for the sake of my beautiful waist line -- please don't
					send any more food for awhile. I have trouble enough with my will power to keep
					from eating too much at meal times -- and I'm just not strong enough to resist
					temptation in my room too. 
				 Forrest Brown sent me some B.U. viewbooks which I have cut up and used to
					decorate the walls of my room – so I'm practically living on familiar ground. 
				 The letter from Thomastown, Conn was from Patty + her husband. She's teaching
					language in the H. S. there to help out -- seems all the school teachers have
					gone to war or something. I don't remember her married name, and they just
					signed the letter "Myron + Patty". See if you can get her last name for me and
					send it along. Dottie Oakes McRae or Mrs. Bond ought to be able to give it to
					you. No hurry of course, but I'd like to answer her letter. 
				 Thank you very much Grandma for the Easter dollar. And, of course, thanks for
					the candy too even tho I shouldn't eat so much of it. 
				 Don't remember whether I thanked you for the stamps. I did receive them. 
				 Each time you write you say. "Dad had a good day at the store." What in the
					world is he selling! The store looked bare enough when I  was home - and judging
					by your letters he must be almost down to the fixtures by now. But keep it up.
					Better make hay while the sun shines. I'm afraid we shall have another
					depression to face when the war boom is over. 
				 This week is coming along and I'm beginning to get in the groove. Most of the
					classes I am now giving for the second time -- so of course things run a bit
					more smoothly. 
				 I had study hall for the 1st last night. We didn't have many students so we got
					home in time to here. Roosevelt speak from Mexico. I wonder if he'll visit Ft.
					Sill on his way back east? 
				 We did have a bit of excitement at study. hall. I almost called out the post
					fire department. The gas furnace in one of the gun rooms was defective and a
					large jet of gas persisted in burning on the outside of the stove. However, when
					I saw no real harm was being done. I got the utilities man to fix it -- so there
					was no real harm done. 
				 You didn’t need to underline in the B.U. social news that Jane had been on
					campus. I had a letter from her this week and she told me about it. 
				 I also had a letter from Jean Dryer. She should be in Lewisburg when you receive
					this. From the tone of her letter, I didn’t gather she was much excited about
					Ken Wolfe's visit to N.Y. -- even if Dad was! 
				 I guess I'm getting lazy. I've been spending most of my time lately just loafing
					in my room. I do want to try to get in town to a movie soon, however. 
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					<salute>Yours,</salute><lb/>
					<signed>John</signed>
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