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January 31

This webpage reproduces a section of
The Collected Works
of Ducrot Pepys

by
Ronan C. Grady

Newburgh, N. Y., 1943

The text is in the public domain.

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March 14

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p18 February 28, 1941 . . . .

Monday. Today we had our introduction to Surveying a very intricate science. Our professor told us that later we would be expected to produce results that are accurate to one part in 5,000. My other wife who has difficulty spelling his own name with an accuracy of one part in four is very depressed. We now have a radio in our room. As my two roommates have widely differing tastes it does not make for peace. There is still blood on the ceiling from the tiff they had the other night as to whether Jack Armstrong or Mandrake the Magician be turned on.


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"Today we had our introduction to surveying. . ."

Tuesday. We have been having our Spring tests in Gym today. Today was boxing, which as usual spread red carnage through the ranks. My poor sane wife has a nose like an open wound. The math course is now dealing with trigonometry. My other wife is not doing well as he steadfastly refuses to believe that anything could be called a cosecant. I am still on C. E. swimming due to my inability to swim 200 yards. It is remarkable how time changes one. Before I came here it would have been a big day for me when I walked 200 yards.

Wednesday. My other wife has developed a new and alarming eccentricity. Lately, whenever the bells have rung, he has been baying back at them. The tumult around here at reveille is unimaginable.

Thursday. This morning I did lose a button from my overcoat. Three corporals reported me before the button stopped bouncing. Recently the militariness of the second class has been appalling. However now that certain documents have been made out they may buck down slightly. C. E. swimming again today. This time I made four lengths before outraged nature took its toll. I turned over to do the back stroke and suffered a severe fall to the bottom of the deep end of the pool.

Friday. Surveying today. My other wife forgot how to make a figure 5 and went exceedingly deficient. My sane wife who leaves on the choir trip tomorrow was quite a trial tonight. We gave him a strong sedative which left hardly a mark on him and put him to bed.

Saturday. My sane wife departed this noon rejoicing noisily. S. I. left a deeper mark than usual. My other wife who has been feeling the Valentine spirit deeply was reported for heart and initials carved in breastplate. I attended the swimming meet to assure myself that there are people who can swim 200 yards. So to the movies and to bed.

Sunday. A restful day except my other wife beside himself with worry over Prince Valiant. My sane wife returned at a late hour, a mere shadow of the carefree youth that left us.


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