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My dear Bennie,

If it wasn't for you, I would forget how to write letters- really! I admit, this time I was very very bad - pretty hopeless, in fact, but what could I write about, I ask you?

Same old thing every day, except for a few incidents which are worth relating only if a collection of them is obtained - and that takes time. Oh, Bennie..........................!

I have received a lot of papers from your mother but haven't answered yet. Time seems to fly; eight hours underground seem like three, a day seems like a shift and a week is as short as a week-end! Before I know what's happening , it's happened!

A week ago I changed my job from that of a machine-helper to that of a sampler. I now work with an English fellow - my student room-mate, and it is sure an improvement on working with bo-hunky. It is also a much easier and cleaner job.

Lately however I am not getting my share of sleep - only about six hours - which I am going to put to an end at once - after I finish this letter. You see with the work and studying,  we do not get to bed till about 11 pm - and we have get up at 5:30 am, which is no good.

Your girl-friend is very nice-looking allright; how did you like her acting?

We'll I tried to keep off the subject but my curiosity is a thing that is a mighty passion, so I wonder how old are you, Bennie? Many happy returns of the day, Bennie dear, and I do hope that you are not angry at me for my carelessness. Last Sunday my pal Jim and I went for a geological trip there in the bush for a half a dozen miles. We had a very pleasant day and returned feeling tired and hungry.

How are things your way? I am getting on well, but owing to the fact that I didn't get much sleep for the last week - I feel a little sleepy.

Last week, my pal and I went to Sudbury and saw a good film "Vikings", also did some shopping. Got four grammaphone records for George - the mine-boss with whom I board. For jazz, they are beautiful. I do not know if you even know the names of dance music pieces you ever hear but they are: "I want to meander in the Meadow" - a beauty; "Piece of mind" - very catchy; "Am I blue" - "Love", "Gay Love". All splendid songs - very beautiful. "Good Morning, Good Evening, Good night", "My Song of the Nile" - very sweet. Do you know any one of them?

In the evenings occasionally I play bridge with my friends here and most of the times I win (my partner and  I, that is!). It's a good game. Checkers are quite a bit of recreation, too.

Well Bennie, this letter took me two days to write - shame on me so I must hurry up and send it over. I shall write to Mrs. Stinchfield to-morrow without fail.

Meanwhile good-bye.

Your very loving,

Guigui