By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919
"September 19, 1917. Wednesday, Bright and fair.
On account of our late trip last night we were allowed to sleep till 10:30, and believe me it was welcome sleep. But after my breakfast-dinner, I worked on the car, changing the oiling and after greasing the rest of some 92 grease-cups on the car, now nothing short of a german shell can put me out of commission. After supper I did some writing and after a lecture from the chef and delivery of orders, the boys came in and we talked and ate candy and cigarettes. Four lbs. of candy and 2 boxes of cigarettes don't go far with the crowd that frequents our remorques [trailers] but it is better to share than to hog especially since some of these boys dont ever have such thoughtful friends or folks as I have, to send them letters, packages and papers. Tonight I received a letter from Mattie, Aug. 22, and Mrs. White, Marjorie Humphries' Mother,--and also your third bunch of papers. I read them over by the light of a sadly worn candle and enjoyed them immensely. After, we played pinochle till 10,--then went down to the foot of the hill and had a long talk with the chef about the future service. I came up and went to bed at 11:30 as we get orders for sure tomorrow."