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4717 Kimbark Ave. Chicago Ills. Jan. 20. 1895. My dear Father, It has been raining this P.M. and the furnace has been going harder than it need to be and I drank a glass of beer for my supper so that I am pretty warm. My face is red and altogether I wish I hadn't drank the beer. Charlie thought he wanted some when he was feeling so poorly and I got a dozen bottles underscore, and we drink it. together. But lately he has not wanted it so I drink alone. It was so with