of it that prevails in that office. Lieut Scarface was in most of the time - a quiet, tensed, solemn individual who seems to be laboring under a strain all the time. Fortunately, he doesn't (so far) bother the men in the office. He's hardly aware of my presence. He did restrict my entire barracks from liberty today because of dirty sea bags, hammocks, etc. In fact, while I was in the office, he or one of his bosn's [boatswain's] mates yanked out a pair of dungarees & a book I had under my pillow & threw them in the "lucky bag." I retrieved them. Most of the fellows keep a few items under their pillows & mattresses because it is so inconvenient to be forever opening & closing & tying up the sea bag, which itself is slung up on the bunk posts.
Yesterday I went off to work - to a different place, a paper & fibre [sic] plant at Stockton. The bus pulled in right at our batt. hq. in the morning & by chance, someone told me about it & I immediately signed up.