September 28, 1918
Excerpts from September 28, 1918 My Dear Grace - Well I am not going to write a hard luck letter this time, but just tell you of what a good time I have been haveing the past few days. Last Monday night Mr Lucas gave a party it being his first year in France, we had a swell dinner t the Hotel Pretty, the two girls that work in the office, one French the other Mexican[?], both quite nice girls for parties but not much on business. Pat, Mr. Bickle Myself and a Irish Lass, from Dubline, and she is some girl, spoke with a Irish brogue, that is certainly appealing, and at their request, I took her home, of course you know I didn't want to, Ha! Ha! We had the Table all trimmed up with flours, flours at each place, and eight courses chicken + etc and I believe they did have a little wine, but, the water is not fit to drink, so you can excuse that can't you then Wed. night we all went to one of the camps to a show, a band concert, and a big dance, I did not dance, but I c...