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Erie, Pa.
Sept. 3, 1938.

Mother, Willie, Bab, Rob & I went to see Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in "Carefree" this afternoon.  They were good but the picture didn't begin to come up to some of their previous efforts.  This evening Willie and I went to the Kahkwa dinner dance again as guests of Rosalind and Water Harris, taking the place of Dick and Marion Lamborn as Marion is pretty sick with an infection following a tooth extraction - sounds similar to trouble I had and I'm rather worried about her, besides they have had enough trouble lately, God knows.  Lee and Rosamund Jarno, and Bill and Harriet Collins completed our party and had, as usual, a very swell time.  These affairs always whet my ambitions to get to the point where we can belong to Kahkwa and know more of the real Erie people.  I felt I should like to know everyone there and then pick from them the real genuine, worthwhile people for friends.  The young crowd was having a last party before going back to school and some of the girls were simply beautiful.  To my mind, the one far and away ahead of them all was one of the Kubler girls, maybe eighteen, tall, round armed, lovely figure, blond hair done up in a bewitching modern hair-do, and the most ravingly beautiful face you can imagine.  Willie said Bab would look like her in a few years and I hope so.  Another brunette beauty with done up hair was the Hall girl who they say is a great pal of Hubert, her dad, flying with him, etc.  That is great and I want to be like that with Bab.  Wandered out alone onto the lawn and looked at a new half moon, orange and unreal, hanging low over the trees and wished passionately I were a youngster again like those kids in there dancing and carefree.   I am developing quite a liking for Harriet Collins, a pert, pretty little woman about our age I judge - much younger than Bill, who