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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 + Faculty -- Materiel<lb/> Field Artillery School.<lb/> Ft.
						Sill. Okla.<lb/> April 19, 1943<lb/>
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					<salute> Dear Mother, Dad, + Grandma -- </salute></opener>
				<p> The pictures arrived. Thank you for sending them. I think Don Ross did a good
					job -- in other words, he flatters me enough to make it a fairly decent picture.
					I think its the best I've had taken since I graduated from high school. </p>
				<p> Thank you very much for the birthday present. I'm just as glad you couldn’t find
					shirts or socks. I already have 8 khaki shirts, 4 wool ones, and one pink 
					-- and my drawer is so full of socks, I hardly can get the lid closed. I have
					all handkerchiefs, and underwear too, that I can use -- so I don’t see what you
					could possibly send me. And I do appreciate the money. </p>
				<p> However, I think its sort of silly to keep sending money orders back and forth.
					I send them home for you to deposit and you send them back as gifts. The
					postoffice department is making too much money off of us. I suggest that you
					just deposit the ";gifts" to my account hereafter and then be sure to
					write me about it, and I can draw a check for it when I need it. O.K.? </p>
				<p> Don't won't about my not being fed properly. Monday I signed up for the
					Officer's mess run by a china man who can really cook. It's not exactly your
					cooking, Mother, but its better than most restaurant food and it has the G-I
					mess beat a thousand ways. Of course it costo $44.50 a month -- but it's well
					worth it -- even if I don't eat breakfast. </p>
				<p> Today we had ham for lunch and steak for dinner. Vegetables, rolls, salad,
					beverage, + desert are all on the table in turreans. The meat is served to you
					direct from the kitchen on your plate -- and they don't skimp. My steak tonight
					fully covered the plate. I'll be gaining back all that weight I lost. </p>
				<p> Monday I reported to O.C.S. Material. I was assigned a desk in the faculty
					office. It's a grand piece of furniture -- perfect for pupping up my feet and
					for a game of checkers. </p>
				<p> I taught one class Monday, one Tuesday, + one today. I've also been sitting in
					on conferences + lectures to refresh my memory of OCS procedure. Tomorrow
					afternoon, I go out on the range, taking a class out for small arms firing. And
					that's all I do this week. </p>
				<p> Once I'm thoroughly broken in, I'll be teaching 4 to 6 hours a day. Most of it
					will be in practical lab periods. I'll give a 10 or 20 minutes lecture,
					discussion, or question period at the beginning mof the period and then turn the
					class over to enlisted instructors who take care of the practical work and do
					the real teaching. All I have to do during this part is stand around &amp; look
					intelligent. Later on I suppose I'll be giving full hour lectures too, but just
					now there are so many Majors around that the lectures aren't entrusted to 2nd
					Lt's. It looks all to simple. </p>
				<p> I'll draw study hall beginning next week -- and it won't be long before I'm due
					for Saturday afternoon duty taking my charges to the weekly demonstration. Then
					too we have Review class each Tuesday night -- and this Saturday we have a
					Service Practice (firing guns ourselves). Sunday night we have a special job --
					giving an orientation lecture at compulsory study hall. </p>
				<p> But even with all that, there will be plenty of free time -- and I'm afraid I'll
					get lazy and lose all the good training I got by being on the ball every minute
					in O.C.S. </p>
				<p> The 4 "next in size" pictures were all intended for someone. Cousin
					Emma, Allen + Mary, Uncle Tom, + Tommy, are all possibilities. But I'll leave
					it  up to you. </p>
				<p> I can't tell you how nice it is to have the radio. I'm listening to Kay Kyser
					now. </p>
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					<salute>Yours,</salute><lb/>
					<signed>John</signed>
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