Dec. 31st. I spent the morning purchasing furniture and fitting up my room for a conference room so the Elders may be together.
We went to see the Catholic midnight mass for the dying year. We passed out into the street just in time to hear the midnight gun to close the old year and open the new. The streets were full of people. It looked as if everybody were in the street waiting and as the gun boomed, the bands struck up, shop men rang their bells, cooks beat their tin pans and everybody whooped and yelled. Never before did I hear such a medley and din.
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