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Saturday morning
May 23rd 1914
5 [[strikethrough]] P.M [[//strikethrough]] A.M.

Dearest Mummy:

Aren't I an early worm? Hunger sprangles. woke me up a short time ago, and after reasoning with my tummy quite in vain I went foraging on tiptoe and unearthed some oblong crackers, very dry which my tummy evidently regards as a miserable compromise, for it only is giving them its divided attention. -I hope you got the telegram early and are feeling up to snuff, my angel-

The journey here yesterday proved very long and irksome