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worked. Immediately all the orthodox churches were having meetings demanding that this man be suppressed, silenced, and denouncing the mere fact that a man could be allowed to preach such heresy in this country. And at the very same meetings, they voted to send more missionaries to China and South America and [[underlined]] India [[/underlined]]. They don't ever stop to consider that the people of India have just as good a right to send their men over here as we have to send missionaries to them. Why haven't they?" And so the talk went on through many interesting channels and I could feel myself further awakening to these new ideas and realizations of what it means to live, really live, being interested in many things, able to appreciate what goes on in the world, really broad, really getting the most out of life. ...... I wish I could read a novel in an hour. Mr. Dutton amazed us by calmly announcing that last night he had read [[underlined]] five [[/underlined]] books. It seems he has that same wonderful gift that Roosevelt had, the ability to read a half a page at one glance. I guess it is a gift and cannot be acquired. If it could be, I should certainly try to acquire it. ...... Mrs. Dutton is just as sweet as ever. Her home was Albany, she being descended from the early settlers who came to Schenectady, her name having been Schemmerhorn, I believe. I know there are Schemmerhorns in Schenectady who are among the most distinguished citizens of that town.

[[underlined]] To Mother, February 6, 1926 [[/underlined]]: I said I was going to tell you more about Allende. He is growing a moustache and will look more Spanish than ever. He seems to possess that same happy faculty I used to see in Madame Nikiforoff, of thoroughly enjoying life, every minute of it. One is conscious always that he is very much alive and very much aware of what life means. These foreigners seem to know how to live so much better than we do. I'm gaining great respect for them and am having my ideas of them completely revolutionized. Allende is keenly interested in every person he meets no matter who or what they are. Last night he took me over to his boarding house to supper, first explaining that "thees ees a very Bohemian place and we shall go there tonight, you and I, to study the people. Oh, they are so interesting!" The people were most ordinary types and would be completely overlooked by most of us but to him, they each deserved careful attention. He joked and talked with them all in the most jovial way while they in turn gave one the impression that they thought Allende a trifle off in his upper story, but all the same was a jolly good fellow. In his home, he seems to bring a breath of life into the house where he rooms, transforming it from an otherwise nice but usual household, into one of distinctiveness and interest. He puts a Spanish dance on the Victrola and makes "Dorothee," the little fourteen-year-old granddaughter, tango with him up and down the parlor. He sits at the piano and plays and sings. He discusses the life of Schubert or Puccini with the pretty, unmarried daughter of the Freunds. He laughs and jokes