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people were leaving - "sometimes they give me presents but I don't like to hang around when people are going to go." Walter was a wonder with the children too - called them all by their first names and they thought the world of him. In fact, when I had been at Shanty Shane for only two hours, and was at the children's beach watching Bab and Rog, Walter, whom I have never seen before, suddenly surprised me by saying "Mr. Craton, do you have the time?" I don't know yet how he knew my name so soon. In the winter, he cuts and hauls all the wood and the ice for the Shanty Shane complete supply, handling the wood four times. His spare time is taken up with road jobs, or any odd work he can get, and his orchestra, which seems to play three or four nights a week, getting Walter to bed at 2 or 3AM, and up again at 5:30. How he does it, I don't know. Walter was popular with all and was just the same whether washing dishes with the kitchen help or playing around the float with Bob Simon, Harvard undergrad with a Packard Super-eight and a chauffeur. His masterful horseshoe pitching with Mr. Taft in the championship match vs. Shifflett and Atwell, when they came from behind at 17 to 7 to win 21 to 19 was a high spot, as Walter had been touted as a great player and had his reputation literally to the wall. His only flop was in the soft ball game when after catching for both sides, he finally took a bat, and popped out to me at third. At that, he was crestfallen, for he knew everyone expected a wallop out of bounds into the forest. A great guy, Walter. Someone