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I was getting so nervous and stale that I welcomed a ninety mile jaunt recently with Dr. Rosen [[strikethrough]] bline, our [[/strikethrough]] ^[[blum our]] medical officer and Dr. [[strikethrough]] Un? [[/strikethrough]] ^[[Ungerleider]] the bacteriologist of [[??]] Evacuation No.1. We had a jolly change of scene riding along the good French highways that are being worked upon and improved day by day to placate the [[strikethrough]] slight [[/strikethrough]] growing bumps due to the rough usage they have undergone during the strenuous campaigns ^[[and the entrance of American trucks.]] The wheat fields were overflowing with their rich brown of the ripe grain; the yellow and green of the ripening oats was everywhere apparent intermingled with that [[homes?]], and the grandpère and little children were working the [[strikethrough]] binding and cutting [[/strikethrough]] cutting and binding]] machine with the mère in the driver's seat - where