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Mr and Mrs H. and Harry went hunting this morning.
I took my gun and went up back of Chick Howlands, Ira Wards pasture, County farm, and Warren Wells. I heard one partridge fly in the scrub oaks, but saw no game of any kind.
Paul Goodwin called up and said he couldn’t go hunting this afternoon. I took a hike thru the marsh and over the hills around the place, saw nothing.
Jumped a cock pheasant on my way home from work and missed it.
I went over to the Armory to drill, had a ride home with Eleanor. Clarkie rode home with us.
I stopped to get Archie and Cozette to sign the card for xmas.
Raining tonight.
Scattered shower, wind No.
“Ridicule is the first and last argument of fools.” C. Simmons
