Another additional note in the diary tells us that Percy and his pals went to see the Watts Gallery again.
This afternoon we rode down to Compton to the art gallery — some of the boys had not seen it[.] the ride was good and the weather perfect with the exception of a light shower when we were 2 miles from camp returning.
At least one of the three men snapped “on the road to Compton,” cigarettes in hand is unusually thoughtful today.
The scenery was splendid one can hardly realize when one is out on such a peaceful afternoon as this, that less than 100 miles away, there is the greatest conflict raging that the world has ever known.
The photograph is from Percy’s large album; he is on the far left of the group.