17 October 1918

Dear Don,

Well I'm on a awful burn today. I came to school this morning and both burners on the electric oven were on at full. The whole stove was about to pop. Gosh I was just sick. Don't know who is to blame whether woman who is cooking lost her head and left them on or whether it's "German propaganda". anyway I'm simply sick about it. Just think what the electric bill will be and I'll get hell. Back to the old days of when we used to scratch the woodwork at parties. Surely gives me the same sensations. I was extra tired last night and so I left school early. That just shows how irresponsible some people are.

The worry connected with my work this year is what my ????. I just have to stand around and watch every move else someone pulls a bone head. I've been on the warpath right this a.m. and I sound just like a black grizzly bear all mad and snapping. Edyth is home in bed with a sore throat and I've benn giving her the D. for sitting at a draft.

One of the teachers fell and sprained her ankle and she's laid out. They are both Club girls so I try to fix them up stuff to eat to cheer them a bit.

Tomorrow we are asked to bring old clothing for relief work for the refugees in Duluth. It certainly is a terrible condition. Wagon loads of dead bodies are being hauled into the different towns.

I forgot to enclose Harold's letter but will try and do so in this.

Army life I imagine is a hell of a one but think of the boys "over there” so far from home and friends and think of these homeless people from these awful fires and all sad families from this terrible influenza. Maybe sometime soon it will all be over. We hope and pray each day and night. The whole thing seems so unfair for so many of us are so comfortable and at ease while others of us are tired, heartsick and ?? ?? to the utmost. Hope it will all end soon.

The bells have rung and I have much work to do so I must be going. I never pay any attention to letters when it comes to owing them. I write at any old time but I'm always glad to get lots.

Much love, Leone

Oct. 17 1918.

P.S. I always did think you and Bessie Medary had a case on!