By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919
"October 17, 1917. Wednesday, Cold but Fair.
Up at 10:45 ashamed to say. Tired and cold and as our new chef [head] has removed his remorque [trailer] down town we do as we please almost. But we are by no means getting slack. After breakfast-dinner, I cleaned and picked up the remorque as Prex Woods and Eddy Taylor moved down into a remorque at the foot of the hill. And now George and I have the remorque together giving us more room. At 1:30 Bobb, Harry and I went down and had a bain-douche [shower] and then the captain had a meeting for all musicians to arrange for Saturday night concerts for the poilus [WWI French soldiers], etc. So I am to accompany most everybody who ever through they can sing and believe me some of these self-priding, nose-tied frenchmen are terrible. Anyone, one fellow was wonderful,- used to sing in the Comedy--Francaise opera. Tomorrow I'll meet him again and know him better. Busby and I then entertained the captain and his friends till supper time. After supper a bunch of poilus in 283 came up to exchange shoes for raincoats and so we had some good chats. One boy, who seems quite attached has promised me all sorts of souvenirs. Hope I get 'em. At 7.00 we then walked down to the tent and played for the movies again. They were quite good and while the guns in the distant were firing the first notes of the coming offensive, the poilus were enjoying the pictures,--the last that some among them will see. After the show, came back to the remorque ate a yard of leather-bread and turned in, 10:45."