2.5.10

Friday, January 12, 1945




All day in the office - sort of day I don't feel I accomplish anything. Policed the place in the AM with GI help, and tried to help collect an art class for Mrs. Murray in the PM. She is charming and talented, but no interesting material has turned up recently. I cut out some felt elephants for the officers' ward to make. Talked to an officer who is a psychotic - wants to marry his nurse fiance who recently visited him. Nix, says Capt E. to such nonsense!

Capt E. was conducting a Jewish service and couldn't go to Mead House for tea with me. The place was full of British brass, including a general and a Scottish kilt - my heaven, they're dashing! I didn't meet them, but chatted with a British engineer. I know. Had a Rob Roy cocktail at Murray's and back to Mead house with Capt E. for dinner. Hamilton Greene called me from London and asked me to please come down Sunday night - he's going home! Says London is "bloody" but come anyway. I told him I'd call him tomorrow night.

Had two scotches and several beers with Capt E.
(pictured: felt toys made by patients)

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