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Dr. Atwell is a short but rather husky man in the 40's quiet, pleasant, with a very pretty, dark haired, pink cheeked, gray-eyed, plumpish wife somewhat younger than himself.  Doc used to watch us pitch horseshoes and never seemed to care about getting into the game - I thought he was admiring us.  But at the picnic, he suddenly offered to throw and be darned if he wasn't an expert.  His golf they say is in the 70's also.  Just one of these unassuming, quiet people with a lot on the ball and not talking about it.  Home, I think is Great Neck, L.I.

The Campbells:  A nice, reserved, quiet but very pleasant family;  Bruce Campbell, A.T.& T. (N.Y.) engineer on maintenance of automatic switchboards.  Scotch, about 40, quiet, humorous but seldom smiles;  his wife, a little delicate wisp of a woman bright as a dollar who used to be a dramatic instructor somewhere;  Barbara, a serious, super-reticent, pretty child of about 10 who was heard only to say, "Yes," "No" and "What;" and John, a handsome little chap of 5 or 6 whose clipped serious, refined talk was a pleasure to hear.  Probably his mother had taught him elocution already.  Campbell was my horseshoe partner usually;  he threw like an expert but didn't make many points because if he didn't get a ringer, he was usually three to ten feet from the stake.  They live on Long Island too; his business address being 195 Broadway.  I thought Campbell pretty reserved at first but later found him quite human over a Scotch and soda or standing on a rock in the moonlight with Taft and Dot Young while Taft gave lessons in "astronomy".  
The last member of the family but a well known one was "Sandy", the