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February 2, 1942

Will be working at the store while Dad recovers as I've been having too easy a time anyway. Downtown was crowded as three banks were supposed to open. They didn't, and so business was at a standstill again.

The rumor mill was turning out fantastic stories as usual, as was Japanese propaganda in the Tribune. This time it's a letter with racial undertones from a captured and unnamed Philippine Major. "When I was first bought [sic] up before the Japs," he says, "they looked so much like my Filipino brothers that I did not feel as if I were in the presence of foreigners."