July 30 Friday, 1943

ToDay is the Birthday of

Fair and hot, wind So.

Chet and I worked all day trimming and cleaning out dead growth around the green.

Stopped in to see Pic and gave her a mess of sweet corn.

Eleanor drove me over to the Armory, where I made up my pack for tomorrow.

Thel, Ski, Cozette and Jubbie and Bobbie went down tot he camp.

They said that they found a very large black bass dead in the cove to the west of the point.

They said somebody had picked my blueberries on the point.

“I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.” Socrates

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