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Nov 24 no#3

Dear mother dad and sis:

No word from you this week. But the vicissitudes of the mail are the heralding notes sounding forth impending vistas to open on the already broad expanse of experience that floods a young man unpredictable life.

My diary is no more remarkable than ever. Hale & heart, I still trestle the earth, for all the fact that my arm is somewhat sore from the initial injection of cholera vaccine. I'm also on prophylactic atabrine medication but that's a harmless enough dose to take.

The adventure of the day, only just completed , was a two hour escapade in the long, dark