Saturday, August 7, 1915

Reveille, as far as I am concerned, is a waste of breath on the bugler's part. I couldn't be induced to scrub decks in this cold weather, for anything - except a promise to start for home immediately. After Captain's inspection we got ashore, with 12:30 liberty. The waffle kitchen was the first place we visited - those waffles and syrup and coffee were too good to forget. We had dinner at the Hof Brau - I never had so much to eat at one time in all my life; and it was exceptionally good too. We left there well satisfied with the world in general, and walked about town. For the evening we planned a trip to Chinatown - and about 8 o'clock we went there. It was a queer thing to see that bit of China in America. Everyone was in real Chinese dress; the shops were full of Chinese things; the streets were filled with that Chinese odor akin to burning joss sticks - everything was peculiarly Chinese, and in an equal measure interesting and offensive. It was past ten before we left the resort for Irish's room. We left there in time to get the 12 o'clock boat for the ship.