Tuesday, Jan, 30th, 1945

Mr. Ball and Mrs. Shuman died yesterday. Mr. Ball was in our civilian jail for obtaining an extra breakfast, poor fellow. The soup for the past two nights has been nothing, just water with chunks of green papaya and ground corn; our biggest meal. Yesterday I went to the out-patient clinic and told them we could give the vitamin and other injections for the next week. We are not very busy in the Hygiene Department now that Dr. Blum is sick. This morning we had quite a rush at the clinic. The people are pitiful — swollen legs and arms and puffy eyes, and such a hopeless, hungry, forgotten look. Someone gave me a sip of coffee yesterday. I walked on air all day.