It is very cold here. I’m on the floor in front of a fine log fire in Billy’s room, and for a change everyone is quiet. The room is only about 11 by 12, but even a roaring fire doesn’t heat it. This one isn’t a roarer; it is just a crackly one.
And I am back to the ABC smoke of all pipe-smokers – Bull Durham in a corn-cob pipe. I have beaucoup other fuel and 3 other furnaces, but this is good for a change. The K of C, threatened with an excess of stuff, has been very good to us of late. In the last month or so they have handed out free lots of towels, soap, tobacco, cigarettes, candy – and a corn-cob. That’s more than the Y.M.C.A. has ever done.
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Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 