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worried about anything except for a brief day when $300 was stolen from him by a woman in Jacksonville, Florida, and he soon made up his mind to forget that; it was gone beyond recovery so why worry; all the worrying in the world wouldn't bring it back. My worry about not getting the right work in "60" is just another beautiful example of the absurdity of worry.....Spent the afternoon shopping and this evening, in spite of the fact that I'd planned to return to my room to read and write letters, I was persuaded to go see Greta Garbo, the Norwegian actress, in "The Temptress" because primarily Robert Sherwood had said in LIFE that she is absolutely the world's Fairest and most Alluring. And after seeing her, I could easily understand what Mr. Sherwood meant. She has one of the most unusual faces I have ever seen, and expression that is something absolutely by itself in allure.  But after I'd seen the movie, I asked myself what good it had done me and I summed up the benefits as nil. There are too many things really worthwhile to do to waste one's time on seeing a picture like "The Temptress" I feel sure; "The Enchanted Cottage" or "Stella Dallas" or a few more would be different.

Erie, Pa.,
Sunday, November 14, 1926.

Went to church and then over to Miss Perkins Bible Class at the Park and studied the story of David and Goliath with the other fellows. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing for me to study the Bible a bit; I should be familiar with it if only for cultural reasons. Played some rather unsatisfactory golf this afternoon with Somerville, House and Smith. My game is improving in spots though and that is encouraging. This evening went to YPRU and afterward took Lenore home where we talked and I continued to try to persuade her not to go to Warren. I can't tell her I don't want her to go because I shall miss her -- that would sound bad and not exactly as it really is. I do want her here for Willie, for us both really. And again I feel there must be something better for her to do than train in a hospital for the insane. She says she is simply fascinated by such work. And she played for me. I was sitting in a chair behind her and in front of a big mirror at the south end of the room. As I looked at myself there, I felt that as far as looks go, my appearance is nothing to be ashamed of or selfconscious about. I look intelligent I think and also even have personality in my appearance, so I must stop this occasional idea that I'm very dumb and unprepossessing-looking. Really, I'm not at all. (Anyone reading this would be highly amused!) Lenore told me the story of Frances Mertens' rather prejudiced attitude toward men, another story of a father who became unfaithful to his wife and became infatuated with a common Irish Catholic stenographer with no ideals -- divorce, cynicism, disappointment for a daughter, another story.