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April 24, 1942

The Commandant finally consented to a nine o’clock curfew. How happy and grateful we were to be able to stay in the front ground and plaza where the breeze was cool and the space was less congested than the high-walled patios!

When the shrill police whistle signaled us to start moving toward the buildings, we were ready. We felt less tense, and many expressed the hope that no one would violate any rules so we could continue to enjoy this privilege.