K. Pearson to M.S. Pearson, 24th May 1915.- External URL
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Sent From (Definite): Karl PearsonSent To (Definite): Maria Sharpe PearsonDate: 24 May 1915
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Holder (Definite): University College London: Special Collections
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Sent fromKarl Pearson
24 May 1915
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‘I went out at 8.30 after breakfast & the heath was perfect – the breeze, the hawthorn & the green new leaves. There was nobody there away from the round abouts & swing erectors[?]. The big tent at the end of our road was going up & the only signs of the war were the three flags at the top, French, Belgian & English. The dogs seemed fairly cheerful 7 i let them free most of the time, doubtful whether to pull with my arms or my tongue was the more fatiguing! My work on the femora was broken by Heron; he came to dinner on Saturday night, slept in Egon’s room & went out with me to the garden city yesterday morning, where we me by appointment with his brother & Wullie. The latter is a splendid dog much bigger than Ling but with a fine head & excellent plumage. I took his measurements sitting on the grass. Heron came back to midday meal & left soon after. Then I walked down to Hampstead Green & posted your shawl which I hope has reached you safely. That time I took Choo with me & we both got very hot. Heron’s only news was that Miss Jones has been asked by the matron of U.C. Hospital to take charge of the feeding of the soldiers in the Laboratory hospital. They take your building and then they take your staff! However, I expect she would manage well and when she asks I shall give her my blessings. The newspaper had very little in it today except the declaration of war by Italy. I feel we ought to give up the Times after its recent disgraceful proceedings, but I don’t know what else to take!
The dogs refuse their meals & Ling’s coat is dreadful; he licks himself all day long and the diet of rice & fish certainly does not make any change for the better, perhaps because he eats so little of it.’
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Sent toMaria Sharpe Pearson
24 May 1915
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‘I went out at 8.30 after breakfast & the heath was perfect – the breeze, the hawthorn & the green new leaves. There was nobody there away from the round abouts & swing erectors[?]. The big tent at the end of our road was going up & the only signs of the war were the three flags at the top, French, Belgian & English. The dogs seemed fairly cheerful 7 i let them free most of the time, doubtful whether to pull with my arms or my tongue was the more fatiguing! My work on the femora was broken by Heron; he came to dinner on Saturday night, slept in Egon’s room & went out with me to the garden city yesterday morning, where we me by appointment with his brother & Wullie. The latter is a splendid dog much bigger than Ling but with a fine head & excellent plumage. I took his measurements sitting on the grass. Heron came back to midday meal & left soon after. Then I walked down to Hampstead Green & posted your shawl which I hope has reached you safely. That time I took Choo with me & we both got very hot. Heron’s only news was that Miss Jones has been asked by the matron of U.C. Hospital to take charge of the feeding of the soldiers in the Laboratory hospital. They take your building and then they take your staff! However, I expect she would manage well and when she asks I shall give her my blessings. The newspaper had very little in it today except the declaration of war by Italy. I feel we ought to give up the Times after its recent disgraceful proceedings, but I don’t know what else to take!
The dogs refuse their meals & Ling’s coat is dreadful; he licks himself all day long and the diet of rice & fish certainly does not make any change for the better, perhaps because he eats so little of it.’
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