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Witley, Jan 21 1917
From #802301 Pt. O.J. McNaughton
A. Coy 125th Bu. C. E.F.
Army Post Office,
London Eng.
Dear Sister
It is Sunday evening and I have by sheer free of will
power freed myself to sit down
and begin this epistle. I had
an opportunity to write yesterday
afternoon, but slept instead, and
yesterday evening the boys took
to singing and boxing (we have
a set of boxing gloves) and writing
seemed out of the question. I
intended to write this afternoon,
but went to the cinema in Tin town
to hear Capt. J. McDonald, one of
the head chaplains of the Canadian
Army (He came over with the first
Contingent). Miss Tooles, a contralto
soloist of London, England, sang
six times including encores. The
[Written vertically along the left margin, bottom]: P.S. Did father say, "Just as I
expected." when you came home
with rotten grapes?
[written vertically along the left margin, top]: P.S. Tell Jessie I got a long letter from Lily Martin.
You and Allan sure had hard luck with raisins
& suet. I suppose Mabel sure has her troubles still
with the organ, & mother with the
slackers who
won't knit.