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Erie, Pa.
Saturday, Oct. 15, '38.
The other evening when Basil drove we picked up his mother and Elizabeth at dancing school.  I inquired if Betty was home yet, and Mrs. Cain said no, she had been having such a good time and getting around so much, she had stayed longer than she planned - had driven to Bronxville to spend a couple of days ^[[insertion]]with [[/insertion]] the Andrews, and was driving back to Schenectady with them. It brings up the point that Betty is one of those women who work hard for their men in the social arena behind the front lines of business. Basil is smart anyhow, and with a politically minded wife like Betty with the entree to the Andrews, Emmets, et al., he will probably get places. Asst. Engineer of the Locomotive Division was the first step; I wonder what the next will be.

Went on the Peninsula this morning, a glorious day, and completed my roll of colored film on the brilliant foliage backed by blue of lake and bay. This is the most brilliant autumn we have had in years - a dream of color everywhere you go. Taking pictures of it in color seems to satisfy my desire somewhat, to "do something about it." This afternoon, Roger and I took a good walk down to the Yacht Club. This is the opening of the duck hunting season, and shots were ringing all day from the bay, covered with boats. Rog had a great time shooting his bow and arrow, of his own make, losing arrows in the brush, and I making new ones as we went along.

This evening, Willie and I went to our first football game in Erie, the Strong-Vincent vs. Academy game, and, rooting for Strong-Vincent,

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