*This entry is undated in the book, but situated before the January 30, 1942 entry which is dated.
What am I going to do with this staff of help—more than thirty of them. One of the reasons I keep open is to look after them. They have worked for me for years with uniforms, medical care, good food and salaries. Turn them loose in a jobless world at the mercy of the Japanese? I hate to do it. Business does not warrant my keeping open. There are not enough white people free and I do hate the Japanese business—the little that I do get. What I send to Santo Tomas is paid for out of what little business there is. But how long can I hang on? I don’t know what to do. Wish I were in camp, so far as my peace of mind and well-being are concerned. This life is no picnic.