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The most important ingredient of a vacation like this is pleasant, interesting people and I believe Shanty Shane by and large, can boast a good clientele. The following outlines briefly the people we have met here and got to know at least slightly, as well as a few others whom we haven't had much contact with but have formed opinions of:

Mr. and Mrs. Clendennin: The owners, an elderly couple in their seventies, seem rather a remarkable old pair. Mrs. C. is on the job at her little card table desk in the office from about 7 AM to 11 PM as nearly as I can make out. Mr. C., a short stocky old gentleman of 76, wears knickers most of the time. Has a bushy, white moustache, and occasionally appears in overalls to go out and run the tractor over the golf course, his favorite diversion. Mrs. C is short, dumpy, with puffy, rheumatic looking hands and feet. I have never seen her except sitting at her desk and don't know whether or not she actually gets around well. She is evidently southern from her accent. He hailed originally from Missouri. They owned Camp Quinnibeck up the road at one time, sold it, and built Shanty Shane primarily to take care of parents with children at the various camps on Lake Fairlee. It developed finally into a regular summer camp as it is now. Later, now, I learn that Mrs. Clendennin is crippled by arthritis.

Ruth Clendennin Graves: The daughter, a plump, rather pretty dark girl in her thirties, with a baby boy who must soon be operated on for a lump on his scalp. Mrs. Graves they tell me, once was abnormally fat and through careful dieting has taken off roughly 100 lb. – gland trouble. She impressed me as trying desperately to be pleasant but to be also desperately preoccupied by something and now I believe it is the boy – probably worried by the awful possibility of cancer.

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