Friday, January 5, 1945

Hamilton Greene hasn't seen a pub in late years, so we went to the Fleece for an ale, as it was his last night at the 188th. Took him to the Red Cross Officers' Club afterwards in his G.I. clothes and people observed us enviously. His face is a distinguished one - lined but soft and boyish. Fine dark eyes. Told me about being a part-time auditor in his home town in Vermont. For an artist he has an unusual sense of civic obligation. He is altogether a person of great integrity and charm. Shall miss him.