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180 me to the "yob". I dispatched it by learning details from the Chief Steward, drafting my rules, appointing a mess sergeant in direct control of the men in the crude 3rd class below, made occasional visits myself and considered the "yob" taken care of. By attending to this I didn't know until later how lucky I was, for out of all the officers on board the Adjutant picked on us five aviators and one [[strikethrough]] regular [[/strikethrough]] guardsman to be officer of the day. This ^[[duty]] was not more tedious than inspection of the guard about the ship every 2 hours or so through the 24, and the carting around of the "artillery" ([[strikethrough]] [[?]][[/strikethrough]] ^[[the]] automatic colt). But little Arthur Raymond being the goat by getting an easy position as mess officer out-goated the rest of the party because his mess-officer affair relieved him from officer of the day duties. The latter ^[[position]] went around twice