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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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				<p>John F. Zeller Papers</p>
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				<opener><dateline>
					Staff &amp; Faculty-Dept. Materiel<lb/>
					Field Artillery School<lb/>
					Ft. Sill, Okla.<lb/>
					April 11, 1943<lb/>
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				<salute>
					Dear Mother, Dad, + Grandma --
				</salute></opener>
				<p>
					I've just returned from spending the day in
					town with Wells Henderson. He came over about 9:30
					this morning and we started for town to church, dinner
					and a movie. But we ran into transportation
					difficulties and didn't get there in time for church. We
					did get a good steak dinner and a movie, however.
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				<p>
					Mrs. Marsh told Wells you had made the
					cookies, he told me today. He asked me to thank you for
					him until he gets time to write himself. I see by
					the item his father has been elected Pres. of the American
					Bar Asso. -- quite an honor. Yes, I gave Wells the
					envelope from his grandmother.
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				<p>
					The radio and curtains arrived yesterday.
					The curtains are fine. Thank you very much. And
					you have no idea how much I appreciate the
					radio. It's wonderful to be able to stay in here and hear music, comedy, and news again. Thank you too
					for the 3 new pillow cases. The laundry comes back on
					schedule -- but they may come in handy later on. Yes,
					the radio arrived safely and works perfectly. You
					had it well packed.
				</p>
				<p>
					I'm anxious to see the pictures. I want to
					send the little application photos to some of my friends.
					You can distribute the others for me. I think it might
					be a good idea to have a second dozen of the application
					photos. If you get a chance, order them for me and send
					them on when they're done.
				</p>
				<p>
					I hate to call on Anne Bucker. I bet she doesn't
					even know there is a person like me. But perhaps later
					on I shall when I get settled a bit more.
				</p>
				<p>
					And don't worry about my orderly. We have
					a negro boy -- a civilian -- who is too darn lazy
					to be any good. He is supposed to shine shoes, make
					beds, dust, sweep, clean windows, mop twice a
					week, and air the bedding once. Of all that he does
					shine shoes in a haphazard sort of way, and he
					does pull the bed together without bothering to
					do more than putting up the blankets. But he doesn't do anything else. One of these days I'm going
					to get tired of the dust and clean up myself. I am
					going to have to wash the window. I like to look
					out the windows without having to open them.
				</p>
				<p>
					Yesterday, I finished the refresher course --
					and tomorrow I start in the O.C. Area Material
					Department. I suppose we'll start to teach along about
					the middle of the week.
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				<p>
					I spent yesterday afternoon putting up
					the curtains and organizing the radio. And then
					later on I went in town and purchased two white
					shop coats to wear while instructing. I left my
					watch at a jewelers too to get a new crystal.
					His shelves were even worse than yours. Dad,
					He had hardly anything on them.
				</p>
				<p>
					Jack Benny is now holding forth
					on the radio. He has a pretty good program
					tonight.
				</p>
				<p>
					I seem to have run out of things to
					write about for the time being, so until Wednesday, when I'll try to write again.
				</p>
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					<salute>Yours,</salute><lb/>
					<signed>John</signed>
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