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I lay down on Rog's bed this evening when he retired and I fell asleep. When I awakened around 9 PM, was so sleepy I lay down on our bed and fell asleep again until about 10:30 when I retired in earnest. I got a lot of exercise in the evening helping Rog to learn to ride Bab's bike and took a walk over to the new house which probably accounts for it. The exercise is in line with my new program to get in shape.

Erie, Pa.
Saturday, May 6, 1939.
A lovely mid-summerlike day and we spent it outdoors largely. I cut the grass and polished the car preparatory to Simonizing it. Rog practiced on his bike riding most of the day almost to the point of exhaustion. How good it was to be out in the hot, burning sun again. We all got sun burned. Willie painted deck chairs out under the blossoming peach trees--so lovely. And the leaves are popping out everywhere.

This evening, we went to the Playhouse with Dick and Marion Lamborn to see "It Can't Happen Here," Sinclair Lewis' play about Facism hitting America and it certainly made one's hair stand on end. And yet it probably was mild compared to what has happened in Germany and Russia.

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