The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1919-01-11

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could see one of these shows they
are great
This is the incest kind of a day, |
warm and sunny, cold in the earlvt
morning and at night / have been for
a walk along the river which / dearly |
love. 1t looks so exactly like a Corot |
on the opposite shore. The trees in the
park are laden with mistletoe. / have
never before seen such large berries. |
And, the holly. too, is wonderful
bright, perfect foliage | foresee lovely |
Christmas decorations.
We are to have one or possibly two
dietitians for our kitchen. ! was filled
with wonder as to what they were to
do and upon inquiry was charmed to
discover they are to have charge of the
ice cream and other stuff for the hos
pitfalls.
We are now serving cocoa and jam
sandwiches to the men at the bath
house which rather taxes our resources,
at least mine and Miss McA. s; so now
we. will have more time to attend to the
actual housekeeping outside of the
kitchen. Says Mrs. t.. SsThey are to
take their orders from YOU SO / feel
rather nonplussed at thinking how /
am to issue orders to dietitians who
| probably know much more than l do
without hurting their feelings.
The ice cream is very much worth
while. There are so many men in the
l''MaxilIo- Facial wards who can en-
! Joy it (little that they can!) and then
Ithe pneumonia eases can have it. There
is an appalling amount of the latter and
when 1 hear of the weather and condi-
tions up front only wonder that there
| is not more of it. When the new women
arrive, ice cream is. to be made every
Eday. This has been impossible under
existing circumstances.
One of the most delightful of my
friends left here for an evacuation
camp little over a month ago. / had
| known him ever since | came here. He
promised to let me know what became
Iof him. There was a mere chance of
| his being sent back TO the front. Not
a word did i hear and wondered much.
| Last Wednesday in lie walked Had
been. returned from the camp to Vichy
| as his wound had re.opened.. His first
question was, odd you get my let
tiers? And why. didn I you answerT' i
have not seen sign of one and I know
the address was O.. X. They are a few
Iof the lost millions. Do you suppose
they will bob up from their hiding
places in years to come! The boy Is
/ now on his way home, ID class. | am
livery much afraid he will never be any
lthing else He is a non-com. in the
Fifth regiment of marines and was
wounded at Chateau Thierry. A machine
gun bullet through the jaw, breaking
both hinges 1t has been bad wound.
Four operations have only made it pos
sible for him to open his teeth about
an inch aud there is no.power; conse-
quently he has lived on semi-liquid diet
since June He caught sflu, owing
to Jack of proper nourishment after
Leaving this place. which turned to
pneumonia. He just pulled through,
was sent to the camp where he tried TO
tpat rations. Result-jaw was smashed
/ again. And now the doctors say one
Jung. is badly affected ard the other
| slightly. Isn't this tragic! Because
! I know him 50 well and Ike him | feel
lit keenly. Honestly, could have cried
only 81 and time may cure it, oftcoursc.
and his people are well off so every
Echance vail be given him. And then
SOMEONE Will say llldt we SHOuluH l Hdle
Eihe Germans now that peace is almost
lhere / do
| Probably YOU viii get this about
Christmas so / am going to call it that
kind Of letter. / shall try to write
q bit to some of the friends, but that
lis all.
| Somehow | can t make it seem real,
that Christmas will come this month
just as usual for it is all SO different
here, and save for. the men wondering
if they'll be home for the holidays
there is nothing to remind US of it. The
day will be so much happier than the
world had hoped, for the end of the
war came. so quickly. Even if great
many men are still over here the people
at home know that they aren't fighting
and that they are fairly comfortable
the best Christmas for four years,
Will you please give my holiday
greetings TO my good Brattlcborc
friends and say |, am often thinking
5 though seldom writing, and always
with the feeling that they, too, arc
thinking of me in this the holiday sea
, son of loving remembrance.