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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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					<dateline> OCS Faculty-Materiel<lb/> Ft. Sill, Okla.<lb/> May 5, 1943. </dateline>
					<salute> Dear Mother, Dad, + Grandma, </salute>
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				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> Is Park Everhart coming to O.C.S.? I shall keep my eye out for him. </p>
				<p> The swimming trunks have not yet. arrived -- but I expect they will be along
					this afternoon or tomorrow. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> Your Sunday letter was like a jig saw puzzle -- but I finally got the different
					sized. papers in proper order. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> Had a card from Jeanne Haynes Thomas. She tells me Estelle Howley -- Bill
					Wright's girl -- is the new WSGA President. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
				<p> 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. </p>
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					<salute>Love,<lb/></salute>
					<signed>John</signed>
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