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David Ridgway Farnham, 3d, to His Mother

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On the Train to Plattsburg.

Friday morning, Sept. 8th.

Dear Mama:—

It is unlucky that both of our cars were out of order just when I was starting for Plattsburg. For the train has been very hot and stufy, and so crowded. I tried once more to get myself a statroom, but when the agent said I should have to be with three other men, then I just gave up, and got the porter to make up my upper birth early, and climbed into it though I wasn’t sleepy at all. But it was something to get by myself and be a little privat.

I spoke to a few of the fellows, but I couldn’t make much out of them. One had never been to college, and another knew nothing of automobiles, and another began talking about the drill regulations, but you know I never even bought the book. The whole train was one big smoking car, and some fellows near me were very noisy over a game of poker.

I suppose I shall mannage to get along with these fellows, because I know I must if I want what father promised me, and if the fellows at the Casino aren’t to laugh at me. But so far as I can see, everyone on the train isn’t at all my kind. Father doesn’t understand how I feel about fellows who are not in our set. I don’t look down on them, you know, for I’m sure most of them are very nice fellows of their sort. But I never knew anyone of their kind before, and what am I to talk to them about? Its all very well for father to say that I can get something worth while from every man I meet; but he’s a business man, and so he’s used to them.

You mustn’t think I’m unhappy if I say I shall miss you and shall hate to be confined by the camp regulations. I’m not going to back out for father and cousin Walt have put it up to me to see the thing through and though I’m kind of used to disapointing father I don’t intend that Walt shall think I’m sandless.

But when the camp breaks up you must be sure to be here, with the Rolls-Royce, to take me home. I don’t think I could stand another trip like this. Love from,

David.

At Plattsburg

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