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            January 13

The last day of classes – and

I’m worried cause I’m not writhing

over what needs come twixt

now and exam time; and I should.

Ah!  To get on the beam.  We got

a series of papers back, on which

I got marks ranging from B-,

OK to D+ on notes taken for

Dr. Marsh.  I chatted with

him, with big open eyes for

awhile and then discussed

elasticity of demand and supply

with Mr. Haines.  Very apple polishey.

     This evening I took my “final

fling: by washing my hair

and the like and typing for

the Colonial Echo.

     Not one – not two – but three –

letters from New Giunea.  Floyd’s

become slightly involved! A card

from Jimmy in Kansas.