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A jolly male violinist that looked like Al Love at the Phi Delt House at Syracuse, was sawing away like mad [[strikethrough]] e [[/strikethrough]] and every time I'd look at him he'd give me a knowing grin. There was a cowgirl violinist also who could saw in the grand manner The stroke of the bow was never over 6 inches I'd estimate, like a small power driven hacksaw at 4 times normal speed.

And there we were watching the affair when suddenly I saw a familiar feminine face wheel by! Very familiar! And way up here in the wilds of East Montpelier! A miracle! It was "Lovely Mary" or "Bashful" who waited on us sometimes at Shanty Shane! She was dancing with a red headed country boy, who it later developed she was there with for she danced and was with him all evening. She never looked at me that I know of and I'm in the dark yet as to whether she saw or recognized me. I couldn't screw up nerve to walk into her party and introduce myself. If I could have caught her alone sometime in the hall I would have but she was always with the red head and another couple. I kicked myself for not having nerve to "crash" in but never did. This summer I'll tell her about it.

Neil propositioned several girls for a dance but had no luck - I didn't ask any of them because there were no good ones on the sidelines unescorted that I could see and it was fun enough just watching - also the