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[[underline]] November 8 [[/underline]]. Sent another Air-Mail later to Rachel, telling her money has been sent and will be continued Germans claim to have destroyed another convoy of British ships [[underline]] November 9 [[/underline]] . Bright weather and not too cold. The men still working at garage.
[[underline]] November 10 [[/underline]] [[vertical note in left margin]] Sunday. [[/vertical note in left margin]] Went out for a long walk after having put some order to my belated correspondence. More bad news from Europe [[underline]] Nov. 11 [[/underline]] . This is "Armistice Day" Armistice! - What a joke when men are fighting everywhere. [[strikethrough]] Ma [[/strikethrough]] Sent another Air-Mail letter to my sister in Brussels. Went to Century Club, to the annual dinner of the U.S. Naval consulting board survivers. Few of us are left. = Present: [[blank space]] Interesting conversation on past and present members. Rained intensely. Took train 12 for Yonkers. [[underline]] Nov. 12 [[/underline]] At Snug Rock all day. Chamberlin (of England) is buried today Molokoff of Russia, is meeting Italians and Germans at Berlin, [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] to try to bring about a joint war union
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\126  [[underline]] Nov. 12. [[/underline]] Several devastating explosions in New Jersey factories. - Their origin thus far unknown. - Brooks Baekeland reported ill with Malaria again at Harvard Hospital - Poor boy! [[underline]] Nov 13. [[/underline]] Rain all day. - The Greeks have driven back the Italians. [[underline]] Nov. 14. [[/underline]] This is the anniversary of my birth-day: Nov. 14-1863. So I am today 77 years old. Celine returned from Florida and has enjoyed very much of being at Coconut Grove, surrounded by the Fairchild family and many other friends. Her train arrived 2 hours late. - She was very cheerful So I postponed telling her about the death of her brother Frederic and the many letters I had received from relatives and friends in Europe. Many of them had been written months ago, but had been delayed in transit by the Germans, probably in Belgium. As the illness of Frederic had existed since quite some time Celine and all of us were prepared for his sad departure.