Today we heard something over Nichols Field—bombing everyone insisted. I get so irritated at these rumors of bombings, landings, convoys in the bay, etc., etc., that I put on one of my better mads and lashed around at servants and guests alike, saying that since the President of the United States himself had said we had no available planes in this area, why get all worked up. But the whispers persisted: That the planes from Bataan would not surrender, that they were laying their last eggs in a suicide trial, that convoys had been sighted, etc., etc. It all sounded ridiculous; but, actually, a plane did fly out that way and seems to have bombed a Japanese officers’ mess in the new Polo Club but missed the airfield. Got a couple of dozen of them, I hear. Who knows the real truth? Not me.
(June 2, 1893 — September 14, 1985), restauranteur. Because of her being married to a French national, she was not interned by the Japanese with Allied civilians in Manila.All Posts