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Dec 25 Tuesday
Rested fairly well and slept late in the morning. Ben was put on KP all day! Spat, Petree Sayer Jim and I had a scrumptious feed on the old field service, and received a leather bill holder apiece as gifts. Turkey, sweet potatoes, oranges, apple cider, champagne, plum pudding etc,etc. And I find white haired French mother whose 2 sons are aviaters came in and talked to us after dinner.
Wed Dec 26
Ben went to the french hospital [for?] the measles.
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Luck! 9 days in quarantine. 1 day free- Christmas K.P. and the measles! Oh yes! Went to see Vern at the Amer. Hospital yesterday. He’s getting [?] [?] [says?]. Frank is also there. I was put on KP for a few minutes and then changed to [?] which means that my work will nearly always [be finished?] in the [morning?].
Sun Dec 30 [or Mon Dec 31?]
Days have been filled with sweeping and mopping, trying to keep warm and going out to get [some?] real grub.
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Thursday night I was going to take Grady to the YMCA Hotel for dinner, but he went to the hospital w. tonsilitis. Spat, Jim, Sayer and I went [as?] [Jim?] broke out at the table with measles. He [hadn't?] had them before. Now he is in the hospital again. Today I got [two?] [packages?] from the University Un[?] One of films, sugar, [?] [?] [deleted]and[deleted] malted milk & paper from the folks, and one a [sweater?] from a lady in Redwood. And yesterday I had a letter from Edna at the YMCA headquarters. [Thus?] it is [spattered?] over Paris.
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I saw the biggest O'Leary boy here. He is in the mechanics side of the the signal corps. Fine dinner at YMCA hotel [tonight?].
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And then I let these notes slip. January 25! In Tours. Have been here since a week ago Monday. Fergusun, Farris Lance, Sayer and I came down the night of the 13th in a box car to “ guard “ baggage of officers and our own. A cold and sleepless night. We “staid with” the baggage during the 14th. The first sunny day we had seen for
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ages, it seemed. Ate in Tours at resturants. Fergie & I and then the [others?]. Two typical soldiers went to dinner with us in a cafe —- had already got drunk on some whiskey that Lance had, and the wine at [dinner?] [?] [?] off. One big hulk had to quit and go out sick after hors d'oeuvres. The petit one was happydrunk and we had to pull him (literally) from the femimes deplaisires. Fergie and I were in danger of guard house for going for [repes?] in
