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must be around 50.  I am pardoning myself for saying Harriet is a little sweet on me in a perfectly innocent way and I rather like her, also in a perfectly innocent way.  Bill, the rotund, bald, bullet headed, jolly faced vice-president of the Boston Store, is a great guy - full of pep and fun, and how he loves to drink and gamble and have fun - nothing to excess but just a "play boy" at heart.  Harriet spent her first three years near Rutland, Vt. and we "oh-ed" and "ah-ed" about Vermont considerably.  As usual, late in the evening, Parker Capps and Kay burst in - seems they do it for effect.  I've seen them burst through the City Club at night the same way - sweep in the front door, around the bar to the rear somewhere, perhaps to keep the awed mob of small town folk from snobbing her.  The noticeable thing is that, while all or rather some of the men seem to play up to Kay, particularly a few of the youngsters, almost none of the women pay any attention to her.  Perhaps, like Martha Nelson, they "knew her when" and can't swallow her guts.  It burns me up to think of the way she snubbed Willie that night!
The Konns were present as usual, arriving after dinner (as usual).  My guess is that Felix doesn't care to pay the $1.25 per plate.  Very apparent this time, was the fact the Konns were mostly alone.  I'm wondering if the first flush of enthusiasm for the novelty of a French accent, has passed away, and the Selden's etc. are letting them down a bit.

Erie, Pa
Sep. 4, '38.
An easy going Sunday after a heavy "night before".  Am getting a good swing on a new study of "Narrative Technique", a more thorough study that I hope will do me a lot of good.  Am all enthused about my writing

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