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September 25

     I moused around in rather blue

fashion worrying about Dad and

his operation. Sweet letters from him

and Mother increased my feeling.

And then a letter from Bill made

me completely cheerless when he

once more said he has no hopes for

a furlough. This time he means it –

and will go overseas before

coming home.

     My first round of classes

was very good and I’m

terribly fond of them. Each

class threatens to involve an

impressive amount of work,

however.

     Mother phoned and said

Dad is in terrible agony but will

be all right. I’m so relieved.

     Lodge Coffee Shoppe (8 Ensigns),

W.S.C.G.A. and sorority meeting.