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As I've indicated, the material for this section is very slim pickin's in 1937.  The following are some impressions I gathered at a dance at the Kahkwa Club on September 4th and set down under the heading "Types" for some future use in my writing.  The fact we were at a Kahkwa dance in 1937 would seem to indicate a very slow climbing of the social ladder although we didn't belong to Kahkwa then, nor ever, for that matter:

Tall, broad-shouldered, rangy man, about 40, thin blond hair, long smooth face, long nose, Teutonic type--white linen jacket showing off broad shoulders and slim waist.  Powerful, rather cruel, ruthless and very sophisticated.  Dancing with Mary Jarecki.

Short, stocky youth, curly dark hair, pug nose, flat face, small dark eyes, bull neck, small sensuous mouth.  The kind of mug it would give you rare pleasure to put your fist solidly in the middle of--an "I'm the Guy" mug.  A hog on the dance floor, shoving other people out of his way as he danced with the most self-satisfied expression imaginable.  Might easily be a newly-rich with no background.

Thayer, homely, blond, fortyish, but every inch a gentleman, holding his liquor right.

Bill Forster, the spitting image of George VI, shrunk in height, putting up a valiant fight to act like a gentleman although drunk.

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Sometime in 1937, and I'd judge it was in the spring, we traded in the Plymouth, which we'd had for three years, for what I considered seriously to be the best-looking automobile in the city of Erie.  It was a light-gray, four-door Ford convertible with a fawn-colored top and brown-leather upholstery.  Beyond any doubt, it was a little beauty and when we rode around town in it with the top down, we were the object of just about all eyes.  I don't believe that I have ever since that time, experienced such utter pride of ownership.  Moreover, it was the highest-priced car in the Ford line, setting us back $900 less the allowance on the Plymouth.  There was no doubt that for us at that time, it was a status symbol and we cherished it with a deep and abiding satisfaction.  We still were a long way from being able to afford a home of our own but this little car seemed to at least fill partially the vacuum created by that lack.  Furthermore, I patterned the radiator grills on the new Ford locomotives after the grills on this car, thus making a hit with the Ford people at River Rouge.  It was to prove to be the first of our three convertibles.

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