We have half the hut, and the supplies have the other; it is divided by a canvas. There is a hole in the canvas and we have much fun looking through at our neighbors.
Three German airplanes passed overhead today, and the men fired on them. We could see the smoke from the shots.
Washed up all the dishes and Howard says the place looks rather dogie.
About eight American airplanes passed, and they looked fine in the clouds.
It was a fine day. We made donuts and fried them in the kitchen. The boys enjoyed having us cooking and said it was just like home and they all came around and talked and smiled. They call us the new cooks.
Arthur Andrews came, and he is just like any other boy. He likes donuts hot.
We had breakfast in the kitchen and it was very good. The boys are getting better every day. The place is still closed; the men come and look in and say, “Hello,” and pass on. Adj. and I pass donuts around to the guards at eight o’clock. We also took some to the hospital; to hear them say thanks is the best kind of reward.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 