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now show their legs practically up to their waists. A girl was lying on the beach this morning with her whole buttocks exposed and apparently thought nothing of it. Well, isn't it best that the trend should be that way, leaving nothing to the imagination?"

Jewel Loeffler of Louisville, one of Willie's girlhood friends, was visiting Chautauqua and we had her down to spend a weekend with us. Among other things, we entertained her with a picnic and swimming party on the Peninsula with the following present: Zelme and Roy Sjoberg, Becky and Hal Moore, Ruth and Dick Arthur (visiting the Sjobergs), and Jack Brightfelt (for Jewel) as well as Mother, Bab, Willie and I. Afterward we came back to our house and played poker. Zelma was an extremely pretty girl but I became disillusioned with her when I heard she'd said they'd probably never have any children because they didn't have enough money to have them and have the things she wanted too. My diary records: "The more I see of other men's wives, the more I appreciate Willie." Nevertheless, I think Zelma had two children. Also, she died early. The party for Jewel, was on August 15th and one week later we went swimming but were beginning to complain about the water being cold--in fact, Willie and Bab didn't go in--and I comment that the summer was on the wane and how sad it was.

I played some golf that summer, starting May 16th with an 18-hole match at Lawrence Park (where we played almost always) with Tom Perkinson, Rudy Krape and Roy Sjoberg. I shot a 65 for each nine and I swore that I was going to learn to play golf well if it took me the rest of my life. I also swore that I'd break a hundred in 1931 and ninety in 1932 if I had to break a leg to do it. And then I'd get philosophical and reflect on the beauty of the course lying along the lake and how wonderful it was to be out in the open and how great it was just to gaze at the water, trees and sky even with 130. The next time I played was on July 8th with Perk, Bob Walsh and Rudy Krape. I shot a 61 and a 58, lost 60¢, fanned, lost balls, took many a three—putt, etc. but I was sure I could break 100 soon with a little practice. The next time was July 12th when Brandenstein and I played Perk and Rudy Krape with them giving each of us, a stroke a hole. I shot a 58 and a 53, my best to that point, and we took 70¢ from each of them.  The next time I played with these same guys, I shot a 62 and 66! My game was getting worse and worse but I was still determined to get there some day. The harder I tried, the worse I got. The next time I played with Brandy, Krape and Axtell and shot 54 and 60. (Incidentally, I think at that time, Lawrence Park was a nine—hole course.) The last reference to golf for 1931 is on August 29th when I shot a 52, was elated, and then took 63 on the second nine, playing with Rudy Krape and Ross Brackett. The summer was about over. There was a violent wind that day and the lake was whipped into a fury. It was cool, the scent and feel of summer gone. On the Peninsula, the waves towered in and rolled almost to the road in places.