Sunday, October 3, 1943.

Sunday, October 3, 1943.
Redbird and I went to 0830 Mass this morning and communion. The French Boy Scouts also went - en masse!
I walked around Tunis, and then wrote some letters. I had dinner, and then looked around this afternoon. Pineapple ice cream today. Non-op today. Bum weather as per usual.
I talked with Elaine, a French girl that’s a hostess here at the Red Cross. I had a regular bull session. Heard a re-broadcast of Charlie McCarthy, also the Mothers’ Day program of the Band Wagon.
The pianist was in tonight. He is a student of Paderewski. He started playing piano at the age of 5, and gave his first concert when he was 11. He has toured in the States. He speaks broken English, and plays our tunes. He is a political refugee from Austria. He empties all the ash trays into his coat pocket. He is never without his pipe. He stopped in the middle of playing Lebensraum, to tear some cigarette butts up and fill his pipe, and light up. Then, he continued on playing from where he had left off!