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The Tafts: Walter G., his wife and their twin daughters, Peggy and Ruby, 12. We had more fun with this family, I think, than with any other. Mr. Taft is a heavy set, jolly, dark haired, dark skinned man, an ace salesman in New York for the Scovill Mfg. Co., of Waterbury, brass and aluminum and copper products of all sorts from coins to auto license blanks and plumbing goods. Taft was always the life of the party and a more friendly, considerate, altogether pleasant individual I have not met in many moons. We used to pitch a lot of horseshoes, Campbell and I vs. Taft and partner, who would be Gerry. Bill, George, Ketterick, Shifflett or most anyone else. It was Taft paired with Walter, who finally won the mythical championship at the steak roast at the "old swimmin' hole." Taft loved to dance and jolly the girls. In the barn dance, he entered the square dances enthusiastically and if he didn't know what else to do, would stand on the outskirts and simply twirl every woman that came his way. Mrs. Taft was a peach too, full of fun and rare humor; she saw through things and enjoyed gossipping immensely, as most of us do. What a twinkle in her eye! A very pretty woman of say 40, younger than her husband who must be in the late 40's. The twins were a great consolation to Willie since they exhibited so many of the same qualities Bab has shown that have driven us wild so many times. "See," Willie would say, "They're [[underline]] all [[/underline]] alike." Am going to look up Taft in N.Y. sometime - don't want to lose him. He's too choice. Home - Flushing, L.I.

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