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We have converted our hall down
stairs into a shop with a counter 14
feet long on which we have piled our
summer khaki (kaka) suits, summer under-
wear, superfluous shoes, neckties, socks,
overcoats, soap, tooth brushes, mirrors,
shirts - superfluous everything -
and the Albanians, Turks, French soldiers
and officers, Russians - talking chiefly with
fingers and hands - have come in to barter
and tell us how much too high our
prices are. Izzy stores in Salonique are
tame in comparisen with ours. I sold
my military cap (too small) for four
eggs. My new shoes from America
(too large) for 60 francs ($12) my $3.50
cords (worn one month) for 25 francs. We
will have to carry our own baggage, and will
be able to rebuy at lower prices in Paris.
- Last night we had a "sendoff" at the
Missionaries' - Mrs and Mr. Kennedy. A room-
ful of about 150 Albanians with front
reserved seats for Americans. Albanian
girls glee in squeeky voices singing Albanian
songs. A strange chant for marriages in which
one side represents the bride and the other
the lamenting relatives of the bride. Albanian
gendarmes singing a rousing but inharmonious
national-unity song. Jimmy Patten in Seolid
songs. Davis in piano classical. Rupperby
in ragtime. Foxie read a Kansas farmer
piece. We sang two Stanford songs (The
Cardinal is Waving and Come Join the Band)
and gave a pocket to Albania.