Thursday, February 8, 1945

Spent the day in the building polishing my Red Cross manners - the boys were fun in the PM hanging around the desk while I cut felt patterns. Looked up to see Capt Baker striding in, in his beret and burberry - awfully, awf''ly British - cherub face, cute smile, and sort of threatening attitude! He's going to get a bottle of Scotch for me - he will, too. Most amusing fellow. He's inherited two businesses, quite well-heeled, I'm sure. Friendly and warm, like a great puppy. The Americans like him.

Went to Ward 40 at 4:30 and found it in an uproar making felt animals. Went back at night and took them cards, newspapers, books, stationery, checkers - they're like children in an orphanage - noisy. Now, Ward 49 was quieter, more polite, and Ward 50 was more quiet and sweet.

Met Jimmie at 8:00 striding down the ramp after me - fed up wit his USO actors. We had a coke while he unburdened his mind, then walked to our tree where it was cold and damp, but lovely. Coffee in the mess - how happy he makes me.