December 17 Friday, 1943

ToDay is the Birthday of

Fair, not so cold, wind SoW.

Tel to Parofax for gas.

Saw a rabbit running too fast for me to shoot with a .22.

Parofax gas came.

Made two more wreaths.

Went over to HH and saw Steve Treglawn and Arthur Sirico.

Ira is to be buried next Sun.

Eleanor gave me a ride over to town. I went to the armory and fired 10 shots at the target and di some damn poor shooting.

Ski went to rehearsal tonight.

Eleanor got a lot of xmas presents.

No stars tonight but looks as if we might have some more snow.

“In a false quarrel there is no true valor.” Shakespeare

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