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I shall say "bon nuit" and toddle off to bed.

Tons & tons of love & fondest thoughts, best wishes & cheeriest remembrances from your ever loving son
 Arty.

Dear Pater

Todays Sunday.  What about 18 holes.  Its a ripping day for golf.  On these links one couldnt possibly help but hole out in 1 and you wouldnt need to be too particular about your putter.  Its an excellent, sporty course - great holes & hills, ponds & rivers, villages & woods, barbed wire entanglements & dead Germans for bunkers.  I havent forgotten your challenge yet - 18 holes for a dinner & I'm enthusiastic enough still to have a side bet of half a franc on myself.
Art.

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