July 7, 1918
I just go home from Sunday School and it is a little rainy - just enough to make it dreary. I got my new pen and it is a dandy.I went to the store to get some fountain pen ink for it, but they didn't have any so I have to write with an old pen. I don't care very much for Ora any more. A week ago today him and Clyde throwed a live owl on me. I like my place out at Pierce's. Maybe I will stay there and go to school. Friday night I was down at corners. The preacher wanted me to co come to Bloomfield with him. Today is Jim Huggins funeral. Yes, Jake got hit with a bottle over the forhead and it was full too. It broke. I guess his head is pretty hard.
That was some initial quite sweet. I would like to know where you heard them. I bet that is what you put in Edith's letter. Well I guess I will have to go to dinner now. Floyd and I are here alone. The rest have gone to the funeral. I have a new pair of shoes and Mrs. Pierce gave me a nice pair too. My this is some writing.I wish I could write with my fountain pen. It was certainly hot here the fourth of July, but is somewhat cool today. Well I guess this is all.
answer to to the last one with a looking glass
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