Had a patient Talent Night, off the cuff. Nobody at rehearsal, but Dusty wasn't worried. Found a Lt who sings beautifully at the last minute - he sang "Mandalay" and "One Alone" - we wept, it was so wonderful to hear a good fresh voice over here. Joe Crowe sang "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" - what a love of a boy he is - sincere and dependable. So sorry to lose him. Jimmie Livingston threw us with his really liquid piano playing - Gershwin particularly. He's another sweet-cute character, has home bonds at home, and a Packard in storage. Now in a psycho-neurotic ward for nerves, but the piano helps. Wish he could stay here.
F/Lt Parker came over to kiss me goodbye as he is flying to Antwerp in the AM to look over an RAF base there. Promised me some perfume from Brussels. Gave him a suitable farewell to last two weeks, when he's due back.
Had four birthday cakes today.
F/Lt Parker came over to kiss me goodbye as he is flying to Antwerp in the AM to look over an RAF base there. Promised me some perfume from Brussels. Gave him a suitable farewell to last two weeks, when he's due back.
Had four birthday cakes today.
(pictured: Jimmie Livingston, at work)
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