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little rustic pool full of trout you could see and two dudes paddling around contentedly. The mountain rose right up from the back of the building, wooded and wild. A store in Rutland was having an employees dinner there and there was considerable life, and dancing to a negro orchestra. In particular we admired a couple of youngsters maybe 17 and very attractive, who danced beautifully together the very latest way, so gay and casual and graceful in sport clothes, the cuffs of his pants rolled way up. And then there was a boy in the store party called Dudley who did some of the wildest shagging I've ever seen. Neil and I wont forget him soon.

We went home about 10:30 PM because have to be at Proctor at 7 AM. The full moon was rising over the mountains. It was a night for the gods. We were a little downhearted to be alone on such a perfect occasion. But what could we expect?

Montpelier, Vt.
Friday, June 2, 1939.
Spent the morning riding the South Job with Bresnahan. Some of the work was fairly heavy but they said it was a very light day, so I am satisfied it is no job for our high speed equipment. Bresnahan a very pleasant, hard bitten Irishman with a sharp weatherbeaten face, took us into one of the sawing plants where we saw them cutting big blocks of