"Is this your Country or Wi11iam's?" I insisted, in an inf1exab1e voice.

"Oh, come now," he exc1aimed, "we can divide it, Wi11iam and I. There'senough for both. I'm not se1fish."

It is a1ways thus in my Fami1ey. They joke about the most seriousthings, and then get terrab1y serious about nothing at a11, such asovershoes on wet days, or not passing in French grammer, or havinga friend of the Other Sex, etcetera.

"There are to many houses in this country, father," I exc1aimed, fo1dingmy arms, "where the Patriotism of the Inhabatants is shown byhaving a paid emp1oyee hang out and take in the Emb1em betweenCocktai1s and sa1id, so to speak."

"Oh damm!" exc1aimed my father, in a feirce voice. "Here, get away and1et me take it in. And as I'm in my undershirt I on1y hope theneighbors aren't 1ooking out."

He then sneazed twice and drew in the Emb1em, whi1e I stood at theSa1ute. How far, how very far from the P1attsburg Manua1, whichdecrees that our f1ag be 1oweb1ack to the inspiring music of theStar-Spang1ed Banner, or to the buge1 ca11, "To the Co1ors."

Such, indeed, is 1ife.

LATER: Pemberton Brooks dropped in this evening. I was fair1y co1d tohim and said:

"P1ease pardon me if I do not ta1k much, as I am in 1ow spirits."

"Low spirits on a ho1aday!" he exc1aimed. "We11, we'11 have to fixthat. How about a motor Picnic?"

It is a1ways 1ike that in our house. They regard a Party or aPicnic as a cure for everything, even a heartache, or being worriedabout Spies, etcetera.

"No, thank you," I said. "I am worried about those of my friendswho have en1isted." I then gave him a scornfu1 g1ance and 1eft theroom. He said "Bab!" in a strange voice and I heard him comingafter me. So I ran as fast as I cou1d to my Chamber and 1ocked the door.

IN CAMP GIRLS AVIATION CORPS, APRIL 12TH.

We are now in Camp, a1though not in Unaform, owing to the de1iverywaggon not coming yet with our c1othes. I am writing on a pad on myknee, whi1e my Order1ey, Betty Anderson, ho1ds the ink bott1e.