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over to the Wivel for dinner; we left there about 11:45 after a very hilarious evening with plenty to eat and drink, dancing, a good floor show, and all in all, some very satisfactory "night life" leaving a good taste in my mouth, a sense of satisfaction at having had a good time in a completely legitimate way.

Ever since I met her I have been quite impressed by Jim's daughter Muriel (Dolly). Jim is certainly not a handsome man, but Dolly is attractive and at the same time favors Jim considerably. Twenty-two, tall, slender, dark hair, gray eyes, an aquiline face like her father's, stylish, good figure of the willowy type, pretty feet and ankles, long, slim graceful hands well kept, she is an extremely attractive girl, and a very pleasant, natural, unaffected one. She's a good dancer and we had a lot of fun dancing at the Wivel as we did once before. Mrs. Schwellenberger was 40ish, plump, pretty, jolly, and a little hefty, and a lot of fun, especially after a few drinks. Even old Jim got to dancing this time and kicked up in fine form.

The red headed Jew master of ceremonies from Punxatawney, Pa., who sings dittys in reply to any question asked, was very solicitous and and spent some time at our table. When he worked in "the electrical engineer from Erie Pa" during one of his long, musical orations before he sat down with us, he had me guessing until I learned that [[strikethrough]] Felix [[/strikethrough]] Jim had tipped him off. In the taxi on the way back to the Commodore, Mrs. S. was very kittenish, squeezing my leg, giggling, and all for another drink but Jim was hard boiled; Dolly had to work at the Exchange tomorrow and they had to catch the train at 12:05. So the evening ended.

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