Dick.
Private Godwin’s Daily Letter
Saturday evening, Sept. 16.
At the company tent.
Dear Mother:—
We have just come back from general conference, a nightly occurrence except in bad weather. Tonight, because it was cold, the men went grumbling and tardy, having put on sweaters under their blouses, and the wise ones, on account of the recent rains, bringing something to sit on. In default of anything better a legging will do, slipped off when we are on the ground. Our speaker tonight told us of army law, too technical for me to make it interesting to you. Some speakers have hard work in making their subjects interesting to us, not that these are dull, but that the speakers are. Said Corder to me after one such, “When I was a Sunday School superintendent I let no one speak to the school that hadn’t something to say.” Yet on the whole I am surprised how well the officers can give us the gist of their subjects.
Our best speaker so far (excepting always the General, who has a way of getting at us that explains his success) was a youngish doctor, who gave us a plain talk concerning personal hygiene. When he spoke of cleanliness, briefly referring to it as a matter of course, I thought of a man whom I had seen on the beach that afternoon, Wednesday, looking at his feet and exclaiming in disgust: “Look at them! And I washed them Monday morning!” Some of our lads, who come here with expenses paid by their employers, have a little to learn in this particular.
But to return to our doctor. He was very jocose, expressed himself in perfectly decent men’s slang, and kept us laughing with him all the time, while at the same time he drove home his advice. And yet it was very striking how once, not disrespectfully, the men laughed at him. While speaking of our diet he said, “I advise you to eat freely of the excellent fruit provided at the camp table.” Now with us fruit, cooked or raw, is almost lacking, and nothing exasperates me quite so much, when I remember the wonderful apples that were just ripening at home, as to see the small bruised insipid fruit that they serve us here. So the men began to laugh, quietly at first; but the laughter rippled from one end of the crowd to the other, and then rose in waves, and then boomed louder and louder, in one great hearty roar. Whether or not the doctor saw the point, it was worth taking.