During the war there was at least one escapade not recounted in his diary, but was one of his favorite tales later on.
George had gotten involved with resettlement of the French civilians after the end of WWI and during the great influenza epidemic there was a critical shortage of beds. He seems to have had a lot of involvement with hospitals (could it have been the nurses?) and he thought he could help out if he could get them some more beds. He knew of a U.S. military warehouse full of beds that had been sent over just before the end of the war and was due to be shipped back to the States unused. He asked his superiors if he could have those beds for the French and was told no -- there was no proper procedure for converting U.S. military property over to foreign civilian use.
And then one night some nefarious person pulled a truck up to the warehouse, shot the lock off the door, and stole every one of those beds ...
Naturally, the subsequent investigation involved questioning one Lt. Alexander, who denied knowing anything at all about it and so the matter ended. The officials could stamp "stolen" across some forms and the French seemed to be better off in the matter of beds.
