goodsized pitcher full of beef tea, one large bowl of oyster stew, eight crackers, two pieces of toast, two glasses of milk, two butter balls, one dish of custard, one dish vanilla ice cream, one ladyfinger, a little salt and pepper (and one piece of Devils food cake that Betty sent me.) Now really, I hope they’ll give me something more substantial for breakfast. The next time my sollicitous[solicitous] nurse asks me how my “throat is dear,” I’m going to tell her its plenty well enough to eat whatever can be provided. The way nurse trots around arranging ventilation light, and doses is a pleasure to see. I’ll be a professional gargler by the time I get out of here. Dr Thelberg came to see me last night and said my throat was in a bad condition and seemed to have been getting there for two or three months. I guess the hay fever was pretty hard on it. But the nurse told me after she left that I didn’t have tonsillitis but only a sore throat because I hadn’t any fever. Well, I have a lot of books over here so I