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Walter Smith:  Here we have a real character. My first sight of Walter, as everyone calls him, was escorting the young children to their beach the day we arrived. Short, dark, stocky, muscular, partly bald, maybe 30, with a silky ^[[red]] looking pair of bathing trunks. I thought he might be a college boy up there for the summer earning his keep. As it is, he is a Vermonter transplanted from Dorchester, Mass. of old New England stock. His two brothers work at Shanty Shane too, but Walter puts them in the shade. Walter seems capable of doing anything, functioning as lifeguard, outboard motor expert, boatkeeper, waterfront caretaker, iceman, woodman, fancy diver, horseshoe player par excellence, ball player, ^[[ox driver, dishwasher,]] square dancer, and on and on. It became a standing joke with the ladies, these great stories of Walter's prowess at nearly everything. The greatest surprise concerning Walter came the night of the dance at the Big Shanty when the orchestra appeared with Walter the boss and leader - "Walter's Orchestra." They had decided that for such an august occasion they should have a name so they worked all day making and painting the standards emblazoned upon which was "The Vermonters." And what hot music they turned out, not one of them with a note of music. Walter himself is reputed to play five instruments and cannot read a note - all by ear. On this occasion he played the piano, usually standing up, and had an ashtray at each end of the keyboard to receive most conveniently the almost constant cigarette. On being complimented the next day on his fine orchestra Walter said, "Well, I'm not much good myself. I think I'll start taking some lessons!" One of the