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Show Hco, Daddy... X "--i' DOUGLAS MARVIL FLOM If my daddy hopes for a football player, he'll never be disappointed disappoint-ed 'cause I have every indication of a professional. And if anyone gets mad in the game, it won't be me or my fault, because I very seldom lose my temper. To take life as it comes and meet the world with a smile has been my motto sinse the day of my birth, April 8, 1944. I don't remember much about my. daddy as I was only one week old when I first saw him and just three weeks old when I saw him last, but I am planning a lot of good times for after the war when my daddy comes home to stay. He is stationed in Quoddy Village, Maine, the same faraway place he was when I was born, but before he went to Maine, he trained at Camp Perry, Va. My daddy is helping with a big job, making a sort of a rehabilitation center for servicemen who come back to this country coun-try from the front, and we're proud of him and the work he is doing. I try to make my mother happy while daddy is away and I make it just as interesting as possible for everybody at home. Recently, my grandmother, Mrs. H. G. Flom, and also my two aunts, Carol and Grace Flom, came to visit us from Rapid City, S. D., and they thought I was a pretty big man. I also have a Grandfather Flom, whom I haven't yet seen, and a Grandfather Packard, who thinks I am just about perfect and who is happy to have us with him while daddy is at war. |